A Valentine’s poem to celebrate the choice of real love over social media addiction.
I offer all desert
wildflowers to space
so much gratitude
for having
finally rescued
myself from
a wasted life
for 13 years
having been pulled
down into the dark
e-underworld
lured by
pomegranate seeds
one by one
subterranean mind
parasites
that live off of the base
sustenance of
electronic likes
emanations of
no less than
Hades himself
so cold and alone
our love frozen
and life-force stolen
clawing my way
out of the
dark and damp
tunnel of the
living tomb
a modern mind prison
we self-exiled to
and now I can see the
circle of the sun
the womb
of the brocade of light
and union
succulent oranges and
red tipped strawberries
chocolate dipped
with cream
real love now
my breath on
his neck
bone to soft breast
without fear
completely
alive
may the
genuine light
of love
awaken all
to touch and
open all hearts
in ethics
and humanity
the warm sun rays
of the mother
Goddess Demeter
of life-giving
sustenance
kisses all cheeks
dries all tears
come up and
out dear ones.
Image of Persephone Creative Commons License https://jenikirbyhistory.getarchive.net/media/frederic-leighton-the-return-of-persephone-1891-fcd798
Dawn Boiani 