did you fall from heaven,

into the sea?

are you that goddess

that quarreling old titans

fatefully gave birth to?

I know not

but you carry her essence

a pearl from

the very same shell

from which she emerged

your origins

are a recollection

of that oldest and ever renewing mystery

what else could be longed for more

and yet more terrifying

elusive,

yet thumping in our chests

that which we’d soon die for

that which we’d continue to live for

the intermixing of pain and pleasure

holding the olive branch of peace

yet also

the beating of the war drum

the only thing I’d fight for

love

the only thing I’d stop fighting for

love

the only thing I’d die for

love

that which keeps me alive

love. love. love. sweet love.

My life blood

and that which may cause it to spill

but,

if it spills,

it would be without regret,

if done,

in the name of love.

for my life blood is hers

to be taken

if she wishes