the maiden trusted me to remove the veil from her head
and after kissing those honey lips I betrayed that trust
by only being adequate and growing distant
I drank from the virgin’s well and her sweet water
turned to vinegar in my mouth
Myth, Metaphor and Meaning-making
the maiden trusted me to remove the veil from her head
and after kissing those honey lips I betrayed that trust
by only being adequate and growing distant
I drank from the virgin’s well and her sweet water
turned to vinegar in my mouth