On a solitary road,
On a mountaintop,
On the raging seas,
I can't remember where we met
Or who you were --
My father, my teacher, my lover --
In the twisted journey of my life.
 
It was a misty day,
Steam rising from the water,
And there I was, stones in my pockets,
Staring down at my shoes,
Uncertain of the road ahead.
 
Suddenly, I saw you
Standing by the lake,
Eyes blazing, hands outstretched,
A stranger from afar
Beckoning to me to come near.
 
Who are you --
An immortal come to Earth to bear me away on eagle's wings
Or a clever alchemist who turns lead to gold?
 
 
ROSALIND RESNICK
June 28, 2017
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How desperately I longed to see your face
I who am doing penance for unmasking you.
How could I have known that you were the young god of love
When they planted seeds of doubt in my curious mind
And those seeds sprouted into monsters?

They left me on a cliff and dressed me as the bride of death,
Envious of my beauty,
Yet you put aside your arrow and your bow to bear me to your palace
On an eagle's wings
Where invisible hands fulfilled my every need
And your loving touch brought me to heights of pleasure.

But that was not enough.
I was just a girl and had to know your true identity
And for that glimpse of stolen knowledge paid a price.

Now I am here,
Beaten and bruised,
Crossing the River Styx to meet Persephone, the Queen of Hell, and Cerberus, the three-headed beast who guards her gates.
Here among the howling shades
Have I found true love at last,
The eternal flame that burns the flesh but never dies.

Can you forgive me, heart of my heart,
I, who humbled by the great Aphrodite, still longs to be the soul of your soul?
Might I not dare one day to earn my place with you among the gods?

ROSALIND RESNICK
JUNE 13, 2017