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Threnody (Ode) by Nanshe
She.
There is a woman
Who loves me;
She keeps herself, away, away,
Away for me to see or stray
And nailed red, she paints herself for me.
Underwater tresses like forested kelp unharvested
Bronzed in the blue and lit from within
But bottomless, dim, I swim
In and through her swathed caresses;
She.
Waits and watches and keens
For me, formed different within, and
Sea-ing, seething, between crashings closed cliffside
I dwell, sweltering in this oxygen,
Peering deep beneath froth and foam besides;
Excusing these, meaningless flee.
She.
Waits and watches for the wrong
To moment the right
Asserting me, she weeps,
Sleeps lone and knows I loathe this
Life, denied. Janus at least
Saw the other side. I see
My pride,
These lies, and
She.
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