A Stone

She thinks what she shouldn’t think
she says what she shouldn’t say
and when Athena’s curse beckons
a Medusa, the woman becomes.

How sweet is the forbidden fruit?
How deep is the most unkindest cut?
How blinding can be the mirror?
How far is too far for her?
Over there where glows no lantern
she walks, in defiance, beyond all return.

I’m no silhouette that intruded your sleep
or an apparition that rustled the leaves
Neither an incubus that strangles the meek
nor an omen that unleashes the evil streak.
I’m nothing, ‘cause I turned into a stone
lost in the labyrinth of tresses that hissed
not a woman
but it's a Medusa that I kissed.