The Song of Zephyr to Iris

The Song of Zephyr to Iris

Sleep deeply, Iris, deeply,

You know safe arms enfold you

Sleep sweetly, Iris, sweetly,

I kiss, caress and hold you,

Encouched on fern and moly

Beneath our olive tree,

Our minds and bodies wholly

Immersed in Love’s wild sea.

Wake, Iris, from your sleeping

For Helios is rising,

His golden chariot leaping

Above dark hills’ horizon!

Naked, your breasts’ white flowers,

Soft mouth pressed hard on mine,

Entwined for countless hours,

Drunk with Love’s unmixed wine.

Our guardians nine stone lions

That prowl wet sands in warning,

We bring to being the Scions,

The dayspring’s half-glimpsed dawning.

Eons before Troy was burning,

Eons before Lagash fell,

What gods were coldly turning

Coiled wheels of heaven and hell?

This spurting shoot that hardens,

This blood-red rose that blossoms

Within the occult gardens

Of wombs and ripening bosoms,

Were not by fate commanded

Or yet mere fruit of chance,

For here all beings are banded

Together in the dance.

Those centuries once parted

Love now restores to life;

Iris, the iridescent,

My goddess and my wife,

Whose curving belly glistens

With blown spume of the sea

As, deep entranced, she fastens

Her Stygian eyes on me.

COPYRIGHT (C) 2010 J D FRODSHAM