Colors of Sex Blue

In lands of Gods on carpets green,
Where waterfalls unveil the forest,
Where dim-light dawn hides in the village,
That on the hills of cattle leans;
In lands of Venice where water
As Arethusa found refuge
From god Alpheus, found home,
Runs through the coves of peace alone;
In lands of Venice where nymphs
Like butterflies rejoice in wonder
Of rainbow and of sound of thunder,
So delicate to shatter rain
In this majestic gods" terrain.

Here sex was born in man-goat"s horn,
Among the trees, in depths of lakes,
Where virgins carried off by gods
As nymphs outlasted mortal days;
Here sex was born, in hands of Pluto;
Cephisus sized his weakest pray;
Such marvelous and weary game
Of innocence and forcing way.

Here gods had shown immortal pattern,
The source of passion
had revealed;
The one that we tried to conceal
That sex and rape was common matter;
The Justice pondering had smothered
The pain of Ceres, mother"s pain,
In losing daughter"s virgin wisdom
Along the Styx, in hell-strong rain;
And still those nymphs who fear offspring
That Bacchus left in earth-bound heaven
Wish to be taken in the shade
Of trees whose leaves blue music make;
These virgins run like frightful deer
In hope to be chased to the end;
Their beauty clasped some rough emotions,
The eyes burnt brighter, virtue bent…

I fear, poor Proserpina,
That what you lost is what you gained;
In deepest heart, in your deep conscience,
All you looked for was mere rape