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| The River Acheron |
she crossed the lines of innocence
and was budding to the world.
She
walked into the forest
with
timid steps and a smile of sin
dancing
on her newborn breasts.
Together we sang lullabies,
and played love songs on my guitar
once taught me by the master.
Aroused
by our sinless flesh
under a
star-strewn sky, we shed
our
seven veils of modesty
innocence
was lost in innocence
and in
the shade of the acacia tree
we loved
openly and without guilt.
I
thought God was good
I
thought God was kind
and I
thanked him for his gift.
But my
god was a jealous god
and he
killed her in the morning.
Now she
is calling me to go
and I,
with an unfinished song
and my
broken guitar across my back
I must
sail the river Acheron.
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