~MARK CONWAY~

NO ORPHEUS, NO WAY HOME

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If, after opening your vein,
you weaken and now
you want your lover to be

the one who has to pay for this sublime 
moment of romance with
yourself, that it’s she,

beloved Betty Lou, I mean, 
Mary Sue, some Eurydice
who must be stuffed
back down the cave-mouth

while you pass, breathless
into the light, hey,
you know your own

blood, right? 
You’ve paid,
this moment
will last now, forever.

© by Mark Conway