The Blood of Adonis

Originally published: April 5, 2015

Photo credit: Mario Studzinski (via Unsplash)

Love is a maze, it is a daze. We were meant to feel. Woe to us who cannot see, we who dismiss wonder so naturally. Nature is dead within us. 

So I say, cry out, to the heavens, let the teardrops fall. Soak us all in the blood of your dying heart, until we are gasping, begging you, for one last breath beneath the glory of your eternal canopy. Rebirth, Adonis; taste the salt in your wounds. Draw out the poisonous rapture of hedon's muse.

And alight.