The Goddess of Chaos Consumes

She twists in the moonlight

Elena, Patron Saint

of Crushed Spirit,

Our Lady of Rosy Memories

In the warmth of the sun

she craned to meet my lips

fingers interlocked

betwixt the poplar trees

Those moments I cling

to between thrusting breaths

dispassionate, rushed

I remember softer times

Elena, Maiden of Ambivalence

Loneliness is colder

than the way she treats me

in the dark