Persephone always brings
back a bouquet of roses
when she returns, greets
Hades with a long, drawn
out kiss. She lets him bury
his Godhead in her black spring
locks while she dusts the soot
off of him.
The dead moan quietly in their
garden as Hades digs a new
hole for the flowers.
Persephone dances and her body
spins away from him.
He remembers what her
hair tastes like when she
leaves.