MAIDEN SONG

The tender violence of your voice
Ravishes chaos of unknown harmonics.

Songstress anaesthetize
all sense save listening
close the eyes
on areas of languor ;

songs,
like swans
sailing imponderous
on pools melodious,

of virgins mated with the mist
only angelically kissed;

their lips spacing
lyrics enlacing.

A larynx suction
of Euterpe
into the vortex of your minstrelsy