One might see in Mina

My disease

But it was She who has infected me

For all eternity...



As the sun slips the tearaway stars

Into the scented scheme of night

I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose

Set upon a marbled dream of white

So pure of thought like a Vestal statue

Jewelled with a God-lent grace

I was close to coming when she bid adieu

Fuelled by heartache rent upon her face there



On Mina, obscener

Thoughts obsess my days

Oh Mina, obscener

Thoughts possess me

That I must now obey



They say the darkest hour

Is that before the dawn

When nothing in one's power

Can dissipate the great forlorn

Shadows of fire that haunt me

Like risen whispers of her name



For dawn is a dusk

Wherein needs must

Erupt from the grave, aflame



Written in the dead of night

And riding on the burning wind

Smitten by her read delight

My words alight like leave of sin



Stepping through a mirror

The princess of the emerald glass

Brought me on sip nearer

Love's infernal past...



They say Hell hath no furies

Like a woman scorned by life

When the Heavenly Judge and juries

Participate to chain this wife

With forced virtue, Her secret needs

On warm we nights, with storm-wracked bites

I gave her Eden after the flood



Written in the dead of night

And riding on the burning wind

Smitten by her read delight

My words alight like leaves of sin



Verona, Marishka, Aleera

Brides of old and goddesses all

Forgive my wishes to be always near her

Forever or whenever seas recall



The Aphrodite from my embrace

For as Mars (whom her lips placate)

I tore these shores with wars of hatred

Before our Paris wet his fate

In Helen, one might find mistake

In winning tragedy

For all eternity...



I am still lovesick for Mina

I am still so lovesick for Mina