Psyche
They arrayed you in funeral attire
And dragged you from crag to crag,
Transported you by zephyr -
Impregnated and exposed -
Half-hideous, half-beautified
Goddess hag. You pondered fuck
Yous in the dark, pictured meadows,
Oceans traversed in your old versed days.
Blindly, you took him, adultery-former
In the dark,
Nauseated by the oversweet citrus
Smack of the ceiling wood.
Oh Psyche, bleeding at the temples,
Ager of youth– leecher,
Lecher, creator, corruptor -
They thought you kidnapped, pirated,
But you wore their eyes as beads
Round your neck
And grabbed them all by the balls.
