Gongyla Poem by Chris Zachariou

I loved you in the passion
of the summer months
yet the kiss of March
still danced in your eyes.

You smiled, I was beguiled.
Desire swelled inside me
and fever burned my thighs.

Each day under cerulean skies
we swam in the whispers of the sea.
Waves were rushing to the shore
to secret coves and fair sand dunes
and I was consumed by madness.

I bathed you in myrrh,
I caressed your auburn hair
and kissed the longing in your eyes.

My hands quivered.
My knees weakened.
My body shook with lust.

I removed your lacy garments
and loved you with the lust of one in haste
then lingered on your thighs all my life.

I was insane
by the allure of innocence
and hunger for your youth.

In exquisite nights of summer
our flesh became one
and nothing was forbidden
in our quest for pleasure.

But I lost you in the autumn winds.
Your gown lies orphaned in my bed
and it fills my world with sadness.

The cold November days are looming
and from beyond the misty mountains
the mournful Acheron beckons me to go.