Of Hellespont Sea and Bone ~Prelude~

 



~borne~


The glittering cobalt sea, a godly haven and keeper of secrets,
The locked closet of the world, holding ancient souls and golden mysteries,
Gelatinous bodies comb the coves and corners of her royal divide,
Melding with the briny flow, devouring the words that drift swiftly along,
Stinging rays smile their jubilant smiles, they hide wicked thoughts away sweetly,
Barbs wagging playfully in the sea-sky azure, like satellite bullwhips,
The whisper of creation, that humming crawl of power bridled in the deep,
The hand of Poseidon's power; rich, bountiful; a jacquard tapestry,
An endless fugue, court of mystery; moonstone sky beneath ultramarine, jade cascades,
Theoli Halioli shadows, molting and shifting as sand to pearls,
Mighty apotheosis, upon his whim, and a loam princess blooms under sea,
Born on a dying breath and a jealous lie, Helle fell to her mythic birth.


The furrows of her song, rippled in such a rhythmic honesty,
Any mortal worshipping at her altar, would feel the cool touch of the Aegean
Intaglio her name into their heart for infinity, thereafter.
Any promise made by her lips, would rival the longing whisper of the universe.
Her ambience spoke in silver, turning men into heroes
And time into fathoms, where the voids around them vibrated, demure and eternal.
The air, then brimming with an adamantine spell, found her gaze;
Spangled with prisms of dying embers, turning ash to her touch.
It was a gaze that would long no further,
An impatient and gentle maelstrom, that could barely contain its power,
A fleeting ambrosia, that would bitter too quickly to taste,
An ichor losing its crimson to age, and its viscosity to the current.


-Helle’s sea confessions-


Mortal hero, you have warred my soul and my body in a show of fury,
Raged against my lips in soft-bitten waves, and cast iron cuffs on my slave veins,
There are clouds bursting in my eyes, and they pulse like whirlwind sighs and heartbeats,
I am a freesia wisp on your skin, let me love you as a God-in-right,
A fate-laced nectar wine, you belong beneath my crystal-stem, jet stream hips
Rolling in opal waves of imbricate delight and fantasy; inside me,
My death will be at your hands, and in each falling beat of your blood-borne heart,
I am no longer my own, you have stolen my diamond divinity,
Will you hold me in callous, rough palms, or drape me in satin fingertips?
I pray to myself for your love, as I am, after all, a princess goddess,
And if I cannot grant such a wish, I shall flee my precious, singing sea,
Kidnap Erotes and at the threat of a watery death, bind us true.


-Paracelsus’ reverie-


The vellum of her skin, traces her acrylic
form unto his mortal canvas in papyrus;
spilling her odysseys into his deepening gaze.
Seeing in only triages of mending songs,
Blinded with holistic notions of forever;
The mortal fell into her water, slumbering
Still buzzing with phantoms of her refractive smile,
Pin-wheeling in tempests once raging, now silent,
Cascading, gravity knowing full well the matters of the heart
And the falling dreams of Limbo’s infinite void,
The dissonance of pan flutes, echo further down


-alchemy-


Such a harrowing drift, a tortuous sight in mind, watching a man drown,
Reeds and shoots, carry the murmurs of a once-tall Warrior having slipped,
Fallen into cursed and free'd arms; where mortality is but a flaying,
Sloughing; an awakening, though there will be indefinite dying within,
All for the hands of a teal-soul'd nymphette, whose heart just could not abide,
Defiant, divine; ascended in death by a God-King and Hellespont Sea.
Just a cursory whim on the Kokytos river, bending in odd silhouettes
Juxtaposing the pugilism between lovers,
Settling in a crepuscular border-line ‘tween the veil of Elysium.
Paradisiacal, it seems, that cartography has found the hands,
Of mortal, and ether, of blood and deeper water;
Strange tales of men who could see wrinkles and destiny, as the same.