“Eros with his glittering golden wings, swift as the whirlwinds of the tempest,
mated in the deep Abyss with dark Chaos, winged like himself,
and thus hatched forth our race, which was the first to see the light.”
Getting closer to his lounging body on sweeping pillows of blackwinged Night
Iniquitous, erotically fingers’ flowers laced within his curls. Shunning Aphrodite without apology, Iniquitous knelt to kiss Eros
He, waking, did not smile. Feeling his immortality,
not ready for this lover, this daemon refusing him entry for a seat at the last supper.
Iniquitous, confused in the argument took flight to seek another. Finding Cupid, seduced him from his gold, releasing that “annoying fly” armed with only leaded arrows.
His true love, having arrived nearby from meditation and prayer, with folded wings larger than Cupid’s, larger than Nemesis, Chaos brought Agape to subdue Eros.
Sensual Silence precedes the lullaby of a peaceful offspring.