If I went to bed with you
Would I find you a god in the morning
Or the ghost of some late night regret?
What would I be to you?
Another notch on your headboard
Or some sweet skinned angel left in a rumpled heap
If I went to bed with you as Aphrodite
Would you find me Artemis in the morning?
Artemis, not at all, fled into the rising sun
To keep time with the moon
Would you find me waiting?
And want to come back to my embrace
For all the days the warships bring you home safely
If you only let go of the warrior inside of you
Warrior of swords and leather and blood
Warrior of hearts and stars and wine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Warriors...the great ones...are never easily conquered. Lay siege on his soul. Kenneth