PersephoneI want to kiss your lips to stave off the underworld, to remain here on lush green earth.I am tired of long journeys and dark tunnelvisions of men who want to possess me.I am tired of death.Your mouth is like fruit, like seeds, like something growing, like pomegranatessplit open, juicy, luscious-but Love, even you are a slide towards the abyss, even you lead me to lands where nothing blooms.