And Eros hit my forehead softly

fingers traversed lines

and secrets that remained

hidden in my mind: bodies

         explored vanity in

         the forever hungry mirror

         which embraced our two idols

sweet fervor

erotic tenderness

as my hand designed

         elliptical lines and hilltops

         sometimes a smooth climb

other times rugged  

like conflagrated emotions

         of my family’s roots

         and the inherited pain 

has followed me for eons

in places as red as blood

and other plains as black

         as Ariadne’s yarn

         in the labyrinth of thoughts

millions of pine needles  

marvellous secret body caves

into which I entered

         like a misty cape

         man and his phallous

         glorious patron of exultation