I’d Bed You on the Golden Fleece, But…
I bed you on the Golden Fleece in dreams.
Romance is strong as Jason. Strong as love
Is sorceress Medea. Woman’s screams
As he impales her rise so high above
His gruntings that he almost disappears
In nothingness. A hero sends his seed
Inside the darknesses. A curse adheres
To him and her. The god of love decreed
It accidentally by shooting her
Inside her heart and failing to send gold
To wound the man as well. This made the slur
Of venomed destiny and hate glow bold.
But absent Apollonius alone
Could hear the bridegroom’s poisoned future groan.