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I saw you that day — riding out upon the Styx;
I waded in, though Charon bade me wait,
        (I was always so hot-headed)
The current dragged me down, I lost myself
amidst the stale slimy waters.
Hands outstretched; only then did you turn
        to look at me. Your eyes shone bright,
all-knowing, — they blinded me.

I watched your body wash upon the shore,
Lips bruised and mind all bloodied.
I wreathed you in blankets, warmed you;
        You were shuddering when you woke.
I asked you, "Why do you shudder so?"
You did not answer.

I remember that day, — you kissed me,
The fires of Hell blazed behind us;
        I could not speak that day.
We spoke with fingertips and eyelashes,
and touches barely felt. We spoke
        with touches that day; I swear
I've never spoken since.

I kissed you when your eyes told me things
        Inexplicable. I touched
Your trembling body and you wept
Tears of blistered broken joy
        (I kissed them off your swollen cheeks)
You wept that day, half-drowned,
In the silent mists of Hades.

I cried that day, you bade my tears spill forth
        and drain into the Styx.
The mists grew thick around me, I couldn't feel
Your tender fingertips upon me.
I stood up dizzy and shattered: I could not see you,
I lost you that day upon the banks of that
        Infernal river. The fog swirled around me
And enveloped me, cold and impersonal, —
I begged it for your fingertips.

I did not abandon you that day, I swear,
The Ferryman took me, cast me down
        In Pluto's gilded palace.
He spoke to me, the King of the Dead,
He spoke with rasping words great and inhuman...
        (I longed for your tender silent kisses)
I did not abandon you. And what he told me
Transfixed my quivering soul that day....
(I saw regal Persephone weeping at his side)
        He told me this:
        "You cannot love in Hell!"

Description
I saw you that day — riding out upon the Styx;
I waded in, though Charon bade me wait,
        (I was always so hot-headed)
The current dragged me down, I lost myself
amidst the stale slimy waters.
Hands outstretched; only then did you turn
        to look at me. Your eyes shone bright,
all-knowing, — they blinded me.

I watched your body wash upon the shore,
Lips bruised and mind all bloodied.
I wreathed you in blankets, warmed you;
        You were shuddering when you woke.
I asked you, "Why do you shudder so?"
You did not answer.

I remember that day, — you kissed me,
The fires of Hell blazed behind us;
        I could not speak that day.
We spoke with fingertips and eyelashes,
and touches barely felt. We spoke
        with touches that day; I swear
I've never spoken since.

I kissed you when your eyes told me things
        Inexplicable. I touched
Your trembling body and you wept
Tears of blistered broken joy
        (I kissed them off your swollen cheeks)
You wept that day, half-drowned,
In the silent mists of Hades.

I cried that day, you bade my tears spill forth
        and drain into the Styx.
The mists grew thick around me, I couldn't feel
Your tender fingertips upon me.
I stood up dizzy and shattered: I could not see you,
I lost you that day upon the banks of that
        Infernal river. The fog swirled around me
And enveloped me, cold and impersonal, —
I begged it for your fingertips.

I did not abandon you that day, I swear,
The Ferryman took me, cast me down
        In Pluto's gilded palace.
He spoke to me, the King of the Dead,
He spoke with rasping words great and inhuman...
        (I longed for your tender silent kisses)
I did not abandon you. And what he told me
Transfixed my quivering soul that day....
(I saw regal Persephone weeping at his side)
        He told me this:
        "You cannot love in Hell!"