[image error] Ophelia had no fear of leeches,
and neither do I, my love,
though for different reasons.  
I stood calf deep today
in the muddy shallows
of a rain stricken lake.
It was all silver, the way water is
when the sun shines through rain.
I, like her, have suffered from love,
from untenable afternoons in
sun filled prisons,
and absence like fire,
that turned my insides to ashes.
No flowers in my hair though
for I intend to live.
I will die a bride of Dionysus
and a friend of Demeter.
I dislike pomegranates
so H...