At thy high feet I lay low my bare dreams and my softest wishes
For thou art a woman who knowest art and the sacrifices it takes
To stand by the most unfaithful and slothful of all Gods, – Zeus.
At thy high feet I lay low a whole universe of blossoms and glows.
It is not a fire made of untamed desires that in my heart burns
Bursts and blazes like a golden tocsin or a salty poison that earns
To an avenging heart rest from night terrors and love undesired.
It is a fire that burns for something I have never tasted ailleurs…
Egyptians talk to me about Ra and Seth as if they were not one.
Jews talk to me about a God that made heaven and created hell.
I shalt fail to recall what I was told to believe and to love, belle.
They say love that is true and real is not of this world, it is haute
Magic, – one thing even Thanatos fails to hold for long in limbos…
I want more than « heat », I pray to be set one when I seize my one…
— Gilles F. Dogbo