She grew more beautiful
the more he followed herâ€`
Unhand me you blond beast! I do not care
if youâ€™re the son of Zeus. My arms were crossed
above my breasts, my eyes gave off a glare
that told you no! but you pursued and tossed
me to the ground. I was at ease and chaste,
but you just doubled the entendre, said
I was a tease who wanted to be chased
into the woods before my thighs would spread.
You want to serenade me with your hymns
of lust? You say youâ€™ve never been so hard?
Iâ€™ll show you hard, Iâ€™ll turn into a tree!
Iâ€™ll give you splinters when you grasp my limbs,
and make your probing tongue caress my bark.
Kiss my laurels, god of poetry!