To love you, like they loved in Ancient Rome
An Abecedarian poem
A summer’s eve so clear. The
Breezes gently
Caress the cypresses while swaying them in
Dance.
Etruscan beauty, Venus of the mortal!
Falerno flows for you to rinse your soles. The
Gladiators fight to earn your laurel. May
Hercules assist them in their goal.
Intoxicating touch! A look so tender - that
Jupiter, benevolent in bliss, sends blessing of the God: A
Kiss like thunder. Electrifying
Lightning of a kiss. The
Myrrh is lit. And I address Olympos:
Necessitas, what tapestry you weave!
Of destinies, both intricate and simple.
Peccavisti! No peace for me this eve!
“Quid nunc” she whispers, bosom softly heaving.
Radíx malorum est cupiditás.
Sleep now, my love. The tapestry’s done weaving
There are no more of fateful threads for
Us.
Vae puto deus fio, I’m immortal!
While I soak up the sunrise on my skin
Xantippe in the corner shivers conquered.
Yearning for love, she solemnly leans-in, and whispers:
Zámia..
Footnotes:
Falerno - The most expensive wine in Ancient Rome
Necessitas - /Nechesitas /Goddess of destiny
Peccavisti! - I am guilty!
Quid nunc? - What now?
Radíx malorum est cupiditás - The root of evils is desire
Vae puto deus fio - I feel I am becoming a god
Zamia - Pain. Damage
About the Creator
Salomé Saffiri
Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.
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