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| Hades and Persephone | Tatiana Barbesolle |
The first day of spring—
purple hyacinths, lilacs and lilies
red carnations on our doorstep
bread and wine on our table.
half-dressed in white and black lace.
The ease of old lovers—
breath to breath, body to body
again and again and again,
Later, I watch her sleep.
A sigh is dancing on her lips
and suddenly I panic.
A green mist rises
and the scent of pomegranate fruit
hangs heavy in the air.
I know now she will leave me again.
September is knocking at the door.
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