I revel
in my secrecy
and the shadows
that hide
my desire from you.
I don't want you to go.
But I need to let go
of this——
longing,
distraction,
a moral failing
on my part.
You really have changed
and grown
and you are more kind
than you used to be.
Your flesh would be sufficient
if that's who I still was.
But I'm not anymore.
And you're simply
not enough
for a goddess.