Sappho's Love

He is gone.
He is lost, behind the television.
He is with her.
He is with her.

But the times were good,
and art still... are they?

For there is something new
A new candle-fire
lit warm, Sappho.

The sirens sing sharp
and dark,
and deep,
and beautiful.

Pain and delight as one.
Pain and delight as one.

He is gone.
He is lost, behind the television.
He is with her.
He is with her.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.