Rachael Delamar - Persephone

Haven is a place

She is a namesake

I added a little of myself

And a bit of her too

It was a brief body interlude

A moment in time

She met me there

At sunshine square

Where the grass was so soft

On my skin

A town in the east

So long of a way

From anywhere

You may call it my sabbatical

To Jerusalem

Where I was so vainly trying to purify

The holy water I sipped from

Persephone's hands

It overwhelmed my senses

Though it was inadequate

Those small tastes of victory

Relinquished from her to me

I adopted her ingenious ways

This lady I met

At a town in the east

During my virginal days

My oh so sweet days

Modeled my steps

In tune with her own

Curbed my voracity

To purify my soul

She convinced me to

Remove thyself

Detach thyself

Reinvent and recreate

So you don't feel the bruises

Left behind

But to make use of the scars

Bury them deep

Beneath words only she and I know

Misinterpretations made easy

With softly spoken

Clever words

For that's the flow of how things go

Muse and ponder

Masochism

And be molded a tease

On a pedestal

She the engineer

Brush stroke with a single finger

From my sleek calf to thigh

A vision of sedition

in a pose

for you

my grace

worship me

like a dream come true

for that's what she intended you to do.

Rachael Delamar

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