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by Jamie Joy Gatto ... She walks in wondrous fields of calla lilies singing, Mourning the Death of yet another Love. When love fails sadly, no Siren's song is sweeter; The Muse is in her glory. Melpomene is in ecstasy. And with her dagger she carves
the mark
To protect the lies, the pleaselings
do not see
Sex, lies, mendacity. Melpomene is in ecstasy. And when in death a love is
lost for all eternity,
No one cares to feel the sorrow
growing in the gut,
Melpomene is in ecstasy. And just as Sartre fell disloyal
to Simone,
Melpomene, too found ecstasy. Dionysus left her hungry cunt and
aching heart to suffer alone
Oh, to fall in love with a
man more endeared to his drink
Melpomene? Do you weep? Melpomene is in ecstasy.
Amen.
Copyright © 2000-2001 Jamie
Joy Gatto. All Rights Reserved. May not be re-printed in any form without
express written consent of the author. Do not copy or post.
Jamie Joy Gatto is a sex writer, editor and bisexual activist from New Orleans. She is editor-in-chief of MindCaviar. Her work has and will appear in numerous projects including The Unmade Bed, Best Bisexual Erotica 2000-2001, Best SM Erotica, Unlimited Desires, Guilty Pleasures, Love Shook My Heart II and Black Sheets.
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