 Poem written by the poet and free lance writer Helen Losse (http://helenl.wordpress.com) and based on this artwork: Zeus & the Mythology of Lust A woman lies naked, bronzed and cold—nipples taut— thinks, “Love in the Mountains.” No explanation reaches toward her head, and what she calls love is nothing or conquest that flies in the wind. Certainly turquoise is among flowers & royal & purple & rust, eyelashes to guide warrior-wings, puffs of thunder. She sees everything but the chariot & what Zeus is swinging, way to low. GO BACK | ||