As Prometheus my adulation stands beside you,
who denied Medusa her look at death.
Your love, as my passion defies the myths
and religions after thoughts, their birth.
Our ship has sailed, beyond the calls of
witches and demons off Sirens shore.
Hawaii calls this affection double jeopardy,
but we never entered this game of devotion,
for we knew from the start the question
was a guess of veneration, they exiled.
When our Red Sails base their
course on the facts of admiration and sail on.
We deny the odyssey by Herculean
strength, a gap widens through each
our ventricular beat, a journey of promised
dances beneath Hermes sandals;
take this fruit, its seeds, its precious
lies that multiply, defeat Hydra to the last.
We cherish the ideology, it flourishes into
dreams, our grace its center we so worship
heard in simple prayers, a wish, an altar
of heavenly delights where love whispered
our names, Poseidonís tears wash away
our wounds kissed as tested worn gold fleece.
Zeus, turn your head and seek your
exalted goddess, your weakness, a love
you denied with poisoned lips, entrails you
dared to expose your heart of stone,
Medusaís child and lay with riches your
daughter Aretmis avoids the
wilderness and hunts for this mythical aberration.