To Merula, A Plea by Melina Raven Maness DieboldFairest Merula, damsel divine
her eyes, two azurine Loreleis
I gaze at her cassia lips
bitten red by her lover's blows
Standing demure with glistening tips
a savor that save but one man knows
Merula how can you so calmy deny
your looks, your love, and your lusts
from all those who try
With their fevered fingers
(where such lust lingers)
and their sweaty skin
(eager at the chance of sin)
To ply your heart and try your loins
To curry your favor
(to appease their groins)
Merula how can your virtue
hold so true
through all that others do
to get inside of you
I smile, your breath condenses on my face
as you peer straight into mine eyes
Oh, if only you could look and see past the glass
stare keenly through my soul (too much I fantasize!)
Your blindness to me and my affections
brings birth to so much pain
like some Psyche's sadistic doula
But alas my dearest and most inspiring Muse
it seems that I must concede
to be content with my life spent, as merely a mirror to Merula
12/01/2004 Author's Note: second of a new 'project' I feel like starting
Posted on 12/01/2004 Copyright © 2025 Melina Raven Maness Diebold
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