One might see in Mina   My disease   But it was She who has infected me   For all eternity...      As the sun slips the tearaway stars   Into the scented scheme of night   I kissed her mouth like a dark red rose   Set upon a marbled dream of white   So pure of thought like a Vestal statue   Jewelled with a God-lent grace   I was close to coming when she bid adieu   Fuelled by heartache rent upon her face there      On Mina, obscener   Thoughts obsess my days   Oh Mina, obscener   Thoughts possess me   That I must now obey      They say the darkest hour   Is that before the dawn   When nothing in one’s power   Can dissipate the great forlorn   Shadows of fire that haunt me   Like risen whispers of her name      For dawn is a dusk   Wherein needs must   Erupt from the grave, aflame      Written in the dead of night   And riding on the burning wind   Smitten by her read delight   My words alight like leave of sin      Stepping through a mirror   The princess of the emerald glass   Brought me on sip nearer   Love’s infernal past...      They say Hell hath no furies   Like a woman scorned by life   When the Heavenly Judge and juries   Participate to chain this wife   With forced virtue, Her secret needs   On warm we nights, with storm-wracked bites   I gave her Eden after the flood      Written in the dead of night   And riding on the burning wind   Smitten by her read delight   My words alight like leaves of sin      Verona, Marishka, Aleera   Brides of old and goddesses all   Forgive my wishes to be always near her   Forever or whenever seas recall      The Aphrodite from my embrace   For as Mars (whom her lips placate)   I tore these shores with wars of hatred   Before our Paris wet his fate   In Helen, one might find mistake   In winning tragedy   For all eternity...      I am still lovesick for Mina   I am still so lovesick for Mina