bDisclaimer:/b This poem is copyrighted to me at Teffy Enchantment Designs 2002-2004. bAuthor note:/b This poem is written in the viewpoint of one of my RPG characters, Avenant. He speaks to his newfound lover, Tristan, when they were separated at the Bridge of Sighs in Venice, by policemen.

centerbMi Apollo/b

Nothing could have warned me when the sun would rise br

above the opaque waters of Venicia. It startled the depths, br sparkling with joyous delight at the morning kiss. Sweet br and tender the waters lapped at the feet of Apollo's sun. br I could almost see the golden chariot with the large palomino br horses gallop across the periwinkle and blushing

O' beauteous Apollo, stretch out your hand, glide thy lips br across my icy skin. Burn the misery, toy with the lustbr and desire of my human soul. Seek me at the Bridge of Sighs. br Nowhere but here shall you find the lingering traces of br Isolde, the Gaelic beauty of your memories. Tempt me and br indulge in the sinful aphrodisiac that is my body. br

N'er had the sun seemed so hateful so full of dispassionate br foreboding. Mi could I slumber in the cold recesses br of my chamber whilst in my reveries you adorn my curls with br laurels of beloved Daphne. Ay, the warm breaths linger yet br o'er my liquid pubescent scent, slave to thy touch. br

Nay, I toss within the blood filled darkness, craving, hungering br the sweet nectar of thy kiss. Such carnal desires will drive my br innocence and love away from me childish temple. Swearing br by the bittersweet blood of my mourning brother, I never will br forget thou, mi Apollo. br/center