Eros and Psyche Revisited

You opened the lid with morbid curiosity.

The fiery torch in your raised hand

Lit your exquisite face and my dead eyes,

Emptied of my dusty soul so long ago.

Life is a betrayal of death, you said.

And kissed my eyelids shut.

Take my hand and trust me, you said.

And rise up from your grave countenance. A spark leapt onto my shadowed shroud. The dream of love drifted skyward.