Persephone

Through season’s fair and winter’s chill
I sit and ponder, still. Love has left me wanting,
waiting, lusting – quietly and patient.
Yet a chill I do confess has riddled me cold
as I grow uneasy, growing too old.

A feigning glance is all it takes
to bow a man’s fortitude to break –
tall and slender, taught but not tight,
sleek and elegant – that look is ALL right.
She set the pace on that season’s day –
and now I lay in waiting, wanting to prey,
effectively effected by her subtle ways.

Persephone, speak to me…
Where have you gone?
I’ve waited all summer…
Where are you, my fawn?
My bow is trained, my aim true –
Now all I need is you.

Yet winter comes, like it does,
every year – and to the cold season
I relent my fear…
Fear of loss, fear of love,
fear of loneliness, fear of enough.
And I’ll wait… til Spring,
when flowers dance
and you, my love, come again.

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Rafiki

Life enthusiast and culture connoisseur on the hunt for adventure, experience, growth, and connection. I decided to shake my life up in 2017 so I quit my job and bought a one way ticket out of the US - ready to explore the world. This is my journey - this is my bliss tramp.

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