Eos and Eros #2

I would have come for you
tantric with trepidation
for the desultory dawn.
I would have stolen you
a winged and wondrous thief
and carried you to the top of mount Olympus.
In pinioned and prurient pursuit
I would have come for you.

And there
untouched, far from the sight of the world
I would take you
we would have laid in the sloping scree

laid among the debris

the stones falling like heavy rain
the crags, the carnage, the chaos

the very mountain side would erode and crumble

beneath the force of my passion
we would clutch at the detritus
we would moan in the dust.