The Third Deadly Sin
Behold, you are fair, my beloved, and
while life still in you breathes, I spirit you
to my sepulchre, to the sunless sea.
There you will be the centerpiece of my
sculpture garden; castings fashioned not of
marble or wax, but of sinew and flesh:
Aphrodite of Milos, dismembered,
beautiful; headless Winged Victory of
Samothrace, eagles’ wings lashed to her back;
Sabine Woman, face enraptured. And you -
you will be my Francesca di Rimini,
the softness in Rodin’s Le Baiser, lips
raised to your lover’s lips, like fevered wine.
Thus, my beloved is mine, forever mine.