| One might see in Mina | 
| My disease | 
| But it is 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 the heartache rent upon her face there | 
| Oh 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 leaves of sin | 
| Stepping through a mirror | 
| The princess of the emerald glass | 
| Brought me one step 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 virtues, Her secret needs | 
| Drew on my foreign blood | 
| On warm wet 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 | 
| This Aphrodite from my embrace | 
| For as Mars (whom her lips placate) | 
| I tore these shores with wars of hatred | 
| Before our Paris set 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 her |