#ancient lovers

[drawingsnake]

Dionysus and Ariadne

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[theantonian]

Mark Antony

by John Cleveland

Whenas the nightingale chanted her vespers,

And the wild forester couched on the ground,

Venus invited me in th' evening whispers

Unto a fragrant field with roses crowned,

               Where she before had sent

               My wishes' complement;

               Unto my heart's content

               Played with me on the green.

                                 Never Mark Antony

                                 Dallied more wantonly

                                 With the fair Egyptian Queen.

First on her cherry cheeks I mine eyes feasted,

Thence fear surfeiting made me retire;

Next on her warmer lips, which when I tasted

My duller spirits made active as fire.

               Then we began to dart

               Each at another's heart,

               Arrows that knew no smart,

               Sweet lips and smiles between.

                                 Never Mark Antony

                                 Dallied more wantonly

                                 With the fair Egyptian Queen.

Wanting a glass to plait her amber tresses,

Which like a bracelet rich decked mine arm,

Gaudier than Juno wears whenas she graces

Jove with embraces more stately than warm;

               Then did she peep in mine

               Eyes' humor crystalline;

               I in her eyes was seen,

               As if we one had been.

                                 Never Mark Antony

                                 Dallied more wantonly

                                 With the fair Egyptian Queen.

Mystical grammar of amorous glances;

Feeling of pulses, the physic of love;

Rhetorical courtings and musical dances;

Numb'ring of kisses arithmetic prove;

              Eyes like astronomy;

              Straight-limbed geometry;

              In her art's ingeny

              Our wits were sharp and keen.

                                 Never Mark Antony

                                 Dallied more wantonly

                                 With the fair Egyptian Queen.

[higher2you]

souls meet in dreams

[romanticist-dreamer]

“My mother, all of these things the Olympian brought to accomplishment. But what pleasure is this to me, since my dear companion has perished, Patroclus, whom I loved beyond all other companions, as well as my own life. I have lost him... “     - Burg (Ed.), 2002. Gay Warriors (p. 12) from Homer, The Iliad, Book 18

[soulmates-twinflames]

Ancient lovers believe a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one's breath. ~Eve Glicksman . . . . . . . . . . . . .   https://www.soulmatepsychicreadings.com Artist: Gustav Klimt "The Kiss"

[lady-dykely]

shades of green and yellow

apollo smiles a golden smile

sunlight piercing through the air

zephyrus hovers unseen

casting a bitter green scowl

they watch hyacinthus

a prince with wheat in his hair

and spring in his step

as he smiles blithely

ruffled and rumples

not at all like a prince should be

two lovers together on a buttercup afternoon

a wind of green leaves

twirling and swirling behind them

a great gold discus

fit for the god who throws it

polished brighter than the sun

admired by the youthful prince

zephyrus now full of rage

some of it sent spinning through the air

flattening the grass

tangling the prince’s hair

bronze arm taut, pulled back to throw

keen eyes narrow, brow furrowed

the wind picks up

full of anger and jealousy

a discus hurtling through the air

seized by a vengeful current

seeking to do some wrong

now hurtling towards the prince

hyacinthus moves slow as honey

and the discus fast as light

which dies from his face

the moment he is hit

he has spring in his step

and youth in his face

but there is wheat in his hair

and honey in his last movements

and the sun has kissed his skin

zephyrus takes flight

apollo is left

with his lover and the discus

he casts the object of death far from him

not caring where it falls

only that it is far from here

he has more care for hyacinthus

a traditional farewell

a prayer for his soul

a kiss for his cold cheek

but bodies go beneath the ground

and apollo wishes to shine upon him

forevermore

so hyacinthus becomes hyacinth

clothed in dusky purple

and apollo shines upon him

and the wind leaves him undisturbed

[zoeflake]

[vana-vega]

Ancient Lovers - “A bond between souls is ancient – older than the planet.” | Copic liners, India ink, watercolors, and white acrylic paint. Edited in PS6.