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Daphne & Apollo

Crown me in your leaves
Wreath your body around
The forehead of my grief
So the wind moves your fingers of bay
Across my brow
To soothsay our sorrow I'll play
A lyre from your bough
And you will sing sweet to me
Of quivers their arrows
The lead to gold alchemy
Of the shivering darts
From the flickering bow of Eros

One serpent slain cocky I came
To love in child-soft play
In toys of war he was medalling
And I the warrior was game
And oh for the mocking of him
The greater fool was I
The greater snake was him that day
When Daphne I did spy....

A creature firm as wood
Her eyes as soft as a fawn
If wildness is her sport
Her life hood is my porn
When I watch her sprint
I want to suck the soles of her feet
I want to feast my senses on
The nymph she is my meat

I can match your stride
You won't make it
I want you're hide
You can fake it
I am the god of the Sun
I speak the oracle
And you can be my hight priestess
Girl you can be my miracle"

And she flees through the forest
Un-teasing from the briars who bare her buttocks
To spur him on
He follows fast and curious
Grasping furiously
For a beauty so free it can never be won

She feels his breath upon her neck
He can almost taste her hair
She cries to her father a river
"Is there something in me left to spare?"

"He rooted me in the ground
In bark my wandering limbs are bound
My sinew the lignin
The rising sap my blood
My thirst is a searching
Lips writhing through the mud
And oh I feel fragile
For my lungs they pant from every branch
I shake in my trunk so still
For my heartwood knows
How we shrink and we grow from Eros

Apollo he kneels before me
As I in new skin am born
He reaches up to cut a piece
From my now rigid form
For those who rest on my laurels
With such tragic irony
That I should mark the champions
The Caesars and their chiefs
For the chase...."

crown me in your leaves
wreath your body around
the forehead of my grief
so the wind moves of fingers of bay
across my brow
to sooth our sorrow i'll play
a lyre from your bough...

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