By The Waters of Acheron (Edit)

It begins with musical analysis
she teases the harp strings
notes of fire and water

"I am the fever of Eros"
"I am the water of understanding
our pleasures are merely
a source to t he divine

if union in beauty is a bridge
from the underworld
to falcon the sage
from this mundane plane"

the lines of a tenuous beat
they recite the fragments of Psapfo:

"Lay beneath me, my idol,
my cunning virgin, for there
is nothing more harrowing
than the distance of lovers"

"I was placed here not by circumstance
but choice, my actions led me
to drink from the waters of Acheron...

by the waters of Acheron we lay down
there we wept..."