Persephone to Hades

I think you were in my dream once too,
but I forget them so easily. My mother says
it’s better this way. She thinks
you aren’t good for me. She doesn’t know
that in the middle of the night
I sneak out to the fields
and lie there, so close to the damp earth,
and think of the summer winds parting,
with their taste of African sands,
like hunted gazelles. I listen
for the sounds of horses
parting the dark country grasses, and see
a woman lifting her naked
leg from the red silk drapes
of her slit dress. I am sleepless
in the dark. Is this the reason
I fear the things I love?
Everything
that’s waiting to begin is in the dark.