Anthony

Eros be my armor
as theirs is Mars
explain in 1000 years
what I cannot tonight.

My sword is bronze for her
so too, 10,000 men
when Phoebus flies
we all die
in someone else’s arms.

She waits for me
to slaughter myself
with smiles and kisses
I put the point
to her navel
one quick thrust
might sever state
one would go
from sleep to wake.

They ask too much
led by legions
nubians and elephants
a circus
not now
her scent on me
seed on her fingertips.

Quick sand
I have lost my way
and the day for her.

Shall I draw
an honorable bath
leave her to her wiles
she has guile
and skin and thighs and eyes
deeper than my might.

So men die
for my black love
blood floods the Nile.