A I D O N E U S .

I don't like you

You make my stiff heart know that I am yours.

In the meadow, in / adoration: am I not yours?

only the river inside us / deeper than our fingers have been under the earth & what good is memory without your fruit

this is how you break the earth for desire

“Persephone climbed into her husband’s lap as if it were her throne, as if she never sat anywhere else. Hades, stiff and frightening to eyes of others, let the flower goddess run her fingers through his hair like any love drunk young man tasting the nectar of a woman’s love for the first time. To the world he was an unyielding and merciless king, but for her he was vulnerable and tender.”

HADES : Tell them that you weren’t hungry, tell them you followed the pomegranates seeds because they taste like blood, like love.

Hades ascended in his war chariot to confront her, wreathed in shadows and flame, pulled by dark horses.  The dryads of the poplar and willow trees fled before him, and the grasses shriveled to ash under obsidian hooves. “BRIGHT LADY. I OFFER A THRONE. A KINGDOM. A CROWN. DESCEND WITH ME. RULE OVER THE HALLS OF THE DEAD” His voice echoed with centuries of stone, his eyes bright with black flames.   Persephone eyed the tall and terrible Lord thoughtfully. “You’re scorching my violets.”

Wary, Hades knew he should regret this day of hasty decisions. But she was warm.  And sweet.  And light.   He stood, bowing low, bidding his new queen good night.  To his surprise, Persephone cupped his face in her rough hands and kissed the Lord of Darkness lightly on the left temple. Under her lips, white stars blossomed in his hair for only a moment.  They wilted and fell. And he fell.