No Victory But Of Love!
Aphrodite, Venus, Ishtar –
the city walls were virgin pearl,
and books were ivory.
our love grew like the kudzu of desire,
beneath the bright scratches of shooting stars!
the bed sheets were magician’s charms,
our eyes were like gazelles.
now in a world seduced by war and disease,
the over-ripe perfumes of ghosts!
we can yet bear witness:
no victory but of love!