Anactoria Poem by Chris Zachariou

Oh
my sweet Cyprian Goddess

A wise fool and yet I did not see
when lust was turning into love

Anactoria has now grown cold

There is a hero in her life
an Amazon with a crown of laurels
a warrior who plunders her each day

She tortures me and I die

I smell her scent in our bed
I see her teeth marks on her skin
I feel her carvings on her spine

Memories of another haunt me
Anactoria's tears and her
oaths don't fool me any more

How fragile she seems
on our bed tonight
and how slender is her neck

Immortal Cyprian Goddess
save me I beseech you
I'm drowning in her sea of green