Eros and Psyche - The Dialogue

You've some nerve.  And your arrogance is amazing. Perhaps that is what fascinates me. I am so easily fascinated.  You put yourself upon that rock and allow us all to be fascinated by you.  Your virtue is divine and will impale you upon the same cross that has fascinated history.  He is Love because He is obsessed with Love divine. He created Love and He cannot part with his creation. And that is why He is not here with you and I am. Protest yourself for eternity. He would have liked that.  But I and your desire stand here mocking your prayer. And as my heart will break yet again I am stronger everyday by the world that you create.  Full of desire this plane is swollen with hearts devoted to their own perfection.  I've more affection for the honest sinners than the pretentious devout.  And I am chained to this rock with you by my own perfection.  

Lucius

 My Poor Wretched Dear !

 

Fancy that!  You've gone and  plumbed the depths of my soul without so much as an invitation.  You are bold  and severely misled my dear friend.  We have nothing in common such as your self-described perfection  nor do we share the same desires.  You find a moment's bliss in my muse and a lifetime's desire in my body but know not my soul and  cannot possess me.   Your lusts bear dust balls in my house of love, faire child.    Without your sin you are nothing.  I exist because of you dear one.  It is the Infinite Perfection of Love that brings my soul to your redemption.   And from the look of you I should expect to face eternity.   Now you come and flatter me with insult.   Desperate subjective one you are seeking your mirror in me and in my loving kindness, my gentle nature and soft body.  In time  will you see the love in my labours for you.  In time you will learn to surrender yourself to your mother, your sisters, and  your wife.  In time you will surrender to me.  Perhaps today is not the best day for that.  Do keep in touch as I expect and perhaps a cool shower would help.  You do seem a bit wet from your efforts...

 

Psyche

 

You claim your sensitivity as the despot would a crown and yet I know you. You are woman. Your womb suffers proudly your heart's desire and birth is pain. And it is that pain that awakens the second heart to come to you. So keep your protestations, they must be precious to you. You have no love in victory. It is in surrender that you find your prize. And when you do this, I will keep my promise to defile you with my desire. Your love will not prevail and I am not your prey. I am your desire and you know it. I know it. And you protest as you must. Thus I will bear this burden because I can. You made me, you nurture me, and you loathe me. My strength comes from you and returns to you. My life is yours and I am in your chains. You cannot leave. You are mine. 

Lucius

 

My Sweet Mistaken One,

Goodness sakes sir!   How can you possibly know these things?  Have you swooned to your own craven manhood? You really must get hold of yourself.   We are opposite creatures.   You spring from my sweet fecund earth with love's torment  on your lips and I am heaven sent to ease your simple mind.  Dear one I do not loathe you.   I adore you.   And that for all your wickedness can be sorely abused.    You have torn yourself from me for all eternity.   I am the giver of life and you are my child.   I bear this burden as I have born you.   I adore you.    But for all your charms I am not your lover nor shall I mislead you as your mother. You came from me but you shall not return by me, despite how cute you can be sometimes... Amuse me now my child with wondrous tales of longing. How do you love me Lucius? Tell me quickly then return and tell me longingly. You are the light in my life. Now shine for me and quickly leave. Be my saudade.

Your Devoted,
Psyche

You and your adoration! I believe they have a 12 step program for that. You sot yourself as wantonly as I do. Well, you try, anyway. And that is why you want me. You want me because I am more perfect than you. That is what you adore! Adoration is useless to me. You know that and wound me with your compassion. You adore what I represent and pray to what I should be. Your misspent compassion has looted my world of the love I work so hard to earn. Still, your faithless flirtations with my power bear more desire into this world than all the prayer you could flaunt for Him. And this is why I love you. You make me want you. You make me want to defile the virtue that keeps us apart. That sacred tower you cling to has no right to hold you. He will always love you. I only want you now. And this is what you will not understand. Love me now with all your heart and body, and you will know the face of forever. My want for you becomes a need to possess you forever. Feel me. Feel my completeness in you and know the strength of my love for you. Feel my desire rushing to you and take me to your breast. Hold me. Nurse my need as you have for eternity and remember us. I must have you Psyche. My world needs you. I cannot live without you.

Lucius

Hold my Hand Dearest,

Lucius you are a woman's breath away from your destruction! Stop it! Shame yourself now and be a good satyr. How you do confuse your lust with love, and then jumble yourself all with want and need! You blush the goddesses with your sweet please's and set us all a'twittering birdsong. Your gaslight caresses our hearts and swirls our minds to your will. Mother warned us about you. You Rasputin! You Svengali! You, you, whatever...I should not entertain your musings. Go and find another to ply your trade, and you call me faithless... Your piggish thoughts are mucking in your lusted loin. Put down your swollen pride, wash your hands, and take mine for I will lead you upon a golden ladder to my summit in the clouds. There you will find your Infinite Perfect Love. There you will make the sweetest love to me. There you will touch me in places no man has. There you will give yourself to perfection. But today may not be the best day for that so be a good satyr and come here. Paint my toes for me, won't you dear? Come now, don't be shy.

Your Psyche

Yes I do! I do blush the goddesses with my pleases, and they want me all the more. Well I want them too. I want them in ways you have never dreamed of. And they will let me have those dreams. They love me. They make love to me. And I make love to them. So then I am sated in my lust as you say...and somehow through all of that I found you and a desire that had never touched my world. You brought the light into my sweet warm night shadows. I cannot ever go back to them now because of you. You stole my happiness and threaten me with bliss. You twist me on the barbs of them and I love you more. You fuss yourself about me and I am clearly yours. You must admit you find me desirable. I am your Love on earth. You are my completion. Come to me now and be the woman you must. You know this. Prepare yourself as I have now prepared your delightful toes...and the velvet perfumes of your feet draw me close to you. The gentle sole of yours I caress, the sweet limbs that carry you in my dreams are the earth in my hands, and I will plow that earth open and plant my seed there. You will nurture our love and life will spring again to celebrate the day. Come to me my darling Psyche and be my lover. I am completely yours,

Lucius

Dearest Sweet Lucius,

Darling Lucius you have fallen in love with me.  Whatever shall I do with you?  We are so different, don't you see sweetheart?  Life has meaning for me.  You live in the earth and I walk upon the earth.   I am more beautiful to men than my mother Beauty herself.  I can feel your pain darling Lucius in the hearts of all men.  I have known no man and I have loved them all.  You, Lucius, have known and loved them all...how shall I reconcile this?  Where men were sweetened greatly in their love for me,  how could I ever explain you to Mother?  She would die if I brought you home~!  You wouldn't be allowed to sit on the furniture Lucius.  Is this what I want for you?   A lifetime of explanations by the both of us for our love?  I want you too Lucius.  I truly do.  You make my life sparkle with your desire for me.  You will praise me and then you will take me.  This is what I do love about your style, you hair and muscle bound fire making man.    I want to nurse  you to my breast and give you comfort, you dear,  dear man. How can I give you the love you need Lucius?  How can I?  Tell me now Lucius, talk to me, tell me I'm beautiful Lucius, tell me now... Mother would never understand, don't you see? 


Your Psyche

Maybe you're right Psyche. I certainly wouldn't want to spoil Aphrodite's nice furniture and rumple your damned beads. You deserve your altar of pride. You earned it, you decorated it and now you worship yourself as though you are nearer to your God, your mother. Well I've known Love and I've known it often. I am a beast because that is what they love in me. But I am also a God, Psyche. Have you forgotten this? I came from the same olympic ideals that you were spawned from. I walk with the immortals just as you do. And I gave this up to know Love as a man. And I have. Until I met you I had my freedom that I have worshipped and now have come to hate. Until I met you I had self-respect that I am now sorely questioning. Until you I had unconditional Love as my dearest hope and you say it isn't so? It is your province or have you forgotten? If you cannot recall then there is a darkness creeping into the world and you are letting it in here. I'll shine for you with all my might Psyche, but only you can decide. Call your mother. Call your attendants. Maybe I'll call you in six months when I've reassembled myself to better meet your expectations. In the mean time what about tonight? We'll worry about your Mother tomorrow...

Lucius

Dearest Sweet Huffy Lucius,

Lucius you crab-assed huffster.  I did not insult you.  But now you've gone and assumed this.  I am sorry that you feel this way.  Aren't you sorry that you made me feel this way?   Come on Lucius!  Where's that man I love to tease?  I'm sure that mother will have a chair for you...?  I'll wear those beads you like so much...I'll even paint your toes.  Lucius are you listening?  I don't do this often you know.   It's not kind of you to make a goddess feel this way you know.  You always were so kind to me you know.  Maybe I haven't told you lately how much you mean to me.  I may have let that slip a little.  Lucius you are the wind beneath my wings.  I know that sounds a little cornpone but it's true.  I may be a little daft here.  Do I sound sophomoric?  I probably do and should just shut up now but somehow I just can't so I'll just have to finish this thought about us ok Lucius?  About tonight well it's not so good.  I'm tired.  Can you call me in the morning?   Thanks.

Your Psyche  

P.S.  I'm probably all mixed up here and rambling so just forget what I said and cancel that thought. 

I am repugnant to you? I am your hygenic nightmare? My feral existence is the earth princess. I came here just like you. From the same womb, the same pain and the same struggle we both crawled. And it is men like me that make your world safe to be a princess in. We do this rough work for you because we love you. And we do this so that you can hold judgment upon us? You find me beneath you, again? In your pity won't you buy one of my little flags? This is no way to love me Psyche. My self-loathing is sufficiently tended as it is. Again your compassion is conditional and your mother must be pleased. You do realize that she is envious of you, don't you? Your destruction would please her princess. You have stolen her thunder on earth. Men love you and worship you more because you are flesh and blood. She has long gone the way of the goddess retired. She plots your submission. And you answer her ordinances instead of your heart? And you call yourself a goddess? Dear Psyche your slip is showing. If you should decide to descend and wallow with me I'll be taking a bath. Perhaps I'll shave a little. Would you like that? About tonight, I'll be busy grooming my self-respect. Maybe tomorrow. 

Lucius

Dearest Sweet Not-Huffy Lucius,

Ok, Lucius! Ok! I'm sorry. You don't smell bad, and I never said that anyway. You're just saying that to make a big deal out of it.   Well it was just one teeny tiny little thing and you have to make out like I was bitch goddess of the century?   I just wanted a peak at you that's all...my sisters told me you were a snake.   A dirty snake...well, I know you told me not to look.   And a deal's a deal but Lucius you were beautiful to me.   When the light hit your cute butt I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.   Lucius, the truth is I've never slept with a man.   A real man that is, one who was a god...and now I've gone and spoiled it all. Won't you come back to me?   Won't you be my Valentine? Please, Lucius?   I don't say please, ever, to anyone, except Mother.   But I'm saying it to you now Lucius.  And I'm sorry about that little bit of hot oil I spilled on your bottom.   I was just so enchanted by it I forgot myself.  Now you've run off to Olympus without me and I'll probably never see you again....  I know I'll go call Mother.   She'll know what to do.  I love you Lucius!  I'll be right back!

Your Devoted Psyche

 

Dearest Daughter Psyche,

Well now what have you done dear?  Have you caused a stir in another man's heart and he's run off?  Hot oil?  I see.  You were not supposed to see?  I see.  He was cute you say?  I see.  Well dear you've put yourself in a pickle again.   When I was your age I put many men in a pickle!  lol.... well they put me in a pickle as  well.  And it was wonderful.  Cheer up daughter!  He'll come back to you.  It was just a little hot oil.  Why I remember spilling hot wax on...well never mind.  The point is dear that you are going to have to pay the price if you want that man.  You will have to lose those fascinations of yours and that blind instinctual attraction you have for all men.  If you truly want Lucius that is...you will have to individuate your loving nature.  You've got to love Lucius for what he is, daughter, with all of his bad habits.  Perhaps what you need is to learn to discriminate as to which man you are wanting.  I've a welter of mixed seed here.  Come here child.  I will show you the fine art of separating the barley from the millet and the poppyseed and the peas and lentils and beans.   Knowing which seed is which and where to put it will help with Lucius, come now child and tell me all about him...

Mother

Dear Mother,

Mother, there's something I should tell you. I've listened to you today as I have every day of my life. I've separated the seed with you, here today, and always have been your loving daughter. I've worshipped as you taught me and honored the Gods accordingly. My heart has been true, Mother, to you and Olympus, but I must be true to myself as well. And, well, the fact is Mother I've slept with a man. No, not one of those approved gods but one that isn't favored by Zeus himself. He's an outsider Mother. I'm sorry but I slept with Lucius. Now I know this is painful to you but worse is I liked it. He was so sweet Mother. And he bothers me too, in a good way,  most of the time.   I like being bothered Mother.   I'm tired of being what you and the others expect of me.  I want to be who I want to be.  And right now Lucius has me bothered about that.   And I may have hurt his feelings a little.  We had a deal and, well, I got a little carried away with my sisters telling me stories about him and all men. They told me how bad he, and all of them, are.  So I had to look and see.   Well I held the lamp up in the dark and when the light came upon him sleeping there I fell in love Mother.   I just plain fell in love.   You know about that don't you?  Do you remember love Mother?  Not the Love kind but the love kind?  Sometimes I don't think that you do.  Like today, I'm sitting here sorting seed when I should be out there finding Lucius.   Mother, please forgive me, but I've got to go now.   I can't sit here with you any longer.   I need more than just a bunch of seed.   I need Lucius.   I'll write.

Your Daughter Psyche

LUCIUS!! You Traitorous Bastard,

I sent you to her for a reason Lucius. You know my reason Lucius don't you? We had a deal Lucius! You were supposed to break her heart like you have done to all the others. You and your kind have no business falling in love without my permission! I am your divine goddess of Love! I am your Mother Lucius! How could you do this to me? How?? You slept with her you stinking excuse for a man! And then you had to fall in love!!!!? Without my permission!? And that contrary to our agreement you little sniveling traitor! I curse you and your, your,...tiny arrows. May they fall limp to the earth until you repent yourself unto me. You shall spend your time in this prison until I am done with her. Then I will deal with you Lucius. Are you listening to me Lucius? You abuse ME when you go native, you little poseur. I taught you every trick in the book when you were my child. I taught you how to whisper in a woman's ear Lucius! I made you the man that you are my boy! You are mine! And I will have her soul for this. You will see. She will never know who you are nor where to find you. I will set the wind to scatter her thoughts and blow her about the earth. She will forget you Lucius. Can you bear that now dear one? All of Olympus will hear your cries and all will witness her destruction. And this because of you! Are you proud of yourself now Lucius? Hmmm? You lousy excuse for a man.

Aphrodite

 

 

Cousin Aphrodite, What has happened dear?

What is the cause Madam, or how hath your son so offended, that you should  so greatly accuse his love, and blame him by reason that he is amorous? And why should you seek the death of her, whom he doth fancy? We most humbly entreat you to pardon his fault,   if he has accorded to the mind of any maiden: what do you not know that he is a young man? Or have you forgotten of what years he is? Doth he seem always unto you to be a childe? You are his mother, and a kind woman, will you continually search out his dalliance? Will you blame his luxury? Will you bridle his love? And will you reprehend your own art and delights in him? What God or man is he, that can endure that you should sow or disperse your seed of love in every place, and to make restraint thereof within your owne doores?  Pray you offer mercy, dear cousin.

Dearest Regards,

Ceres

Your Affectionate Cousin

 

 

 

 

Dear Lucius,

 

 

 

Sweet, sweet Lucius where are you? I've been trying to call you, trying to find you, just trying Lucius, just trying to make amends to you. Will you ever be able to forgive me Lucius? Mother isn't happy about this. I knew she wouldn't be. But I had to tell her darling. She already knew but I guess I had to own it after all. I hope that she can eventually understand. Are you hurt badly dear? I'm here at cousin Ceres visiting. She wasn't home when I arrived and the place was a mess. The workers had left everything strewn about. You men! Will I be cleaning up behind you after we're married Lucius? I don't think that I'd like that. But we've already had that discussion so I won't bother you about it again. Anyway, there were all sorts of sheaves of barley and wheat, and they left their scythes all about SO I tidied up a bit for them. The temple looks much better now. I hope she's pleased. I need her help. Maybe she can put in a good word for me with Mother.  Here she comes now so I'd better go.  I'll write again soon.  I love you Lucius please don't be mad...

 

 

 

Your Devoted Psyche

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ceres and Lucina,

 

 

 

Cousin Ceres you do trifle this to me! And you Lucina, you taunt me with these charges! I made him and I will do with him as I please. I've not a shred of Love denied myself the charge at hand. I will find that wicked soul that has made her own thorny bier for my pleasure! She stole my patrons one by one and had not once graced my temple for these insults. She is my daughter in the earth and I will not give her peace for this she had done unto my child. See him weep himself for her. See him lie and pose himself for her love. See him shame my world with his betrayal to all things good. His kind burn my sisters lands and pour their filth into my waters. His kind bring hatred and loathing to my sweet boughs. He is not a god today. Today he is man and broken in my eyes. I will seek Hermes and put dearest bounty upon the hearts of craven mankind and find that usurper of my throne. Then she will be my pity's play and will know the pain of my handmaidens, Sadness and Sorrow. She will be bereft of all my comfort and know the darkest night of her soul. There she will seek her end and I will find my victory. Be gone Cousins, Sisters, I have my craft to prepare.

 

 

 

Aphrodite

 

 

 

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