"Another Song for Persephone"

Emily Bennett

The sound of your name makes the snow stop falling. I believe in the solitude of pine trees and gentle hills but your world is a less cautious one: I believe that if you went walking with me, we'd find ourselves running. I believe that we'd let ourselves trip over our own hearts and into a softer world:

we could plunge into the foam of the sea and come up with our hair laced with pearls, we could slip into the sand and find our wrists circled with glass.

We could sleep in the silence of cotton and cucumbers. We could braid each others' hair with honey.

I could make my life a memorial to you and my body a temple to your sacredness if you would let me: if you would become a goddess, your hair wrapped about my fingernails, your eyes planting kisses on my heart.