seduction

Seduction

She came to me with voice of earthen-brown

I gazed upon her hair. A shroud of gold.

Her soul, they say, survived from days of old,

Such truth I held, betrayed by weary frown.

Around my head she laid an ivy crown.

What’s this? I cried. Oh, lest it shall be told

Revere me not. I long but for to hold

Your sodden beauty in your mossy gown.

We lay, a sultry pair within the cool,

the dark and damp and leaden underworld.

The grinding earth she did my spirit seek,

Till then, full pleasured, left me for a fool.

And in the bowels of beauty I lay curled.

Thus never more of lightness would I speak.