You belong to the virgin and I to the archer,
Stealing my weapon for another.
I have flames in my sight.
While you find comfort in taming her.
A damp match she is,
For I am fire and she is water,
Ganymede and Hestia.
She pours out while draining herself.
I use you as fuel, but not without your friction,
As you leave yourself by my hearth.
My arrows do not pierce, though they do cauterize,
A beast, not even Artemis captures, or Cupid wounds,
Trapping me, while I burn through your bounds.
Your Earth and her liquid bring forth seeds,
While I sprinkle you with cinders
She feeds you as I illuminate in the dark,
Using herself to extinguish me,
Not knowing my flame is of grease,
Which swiftly ignited your wood.
I consume your carbon flesh,
Until I can color my hair gray with your ashes.
And pretend I am you...
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An Ode to Muses to Kleio
PoetryThis poetry collection explores love, lust, betrayal, and a dash of rage. Bonus points if you're a Greek mythology fan! Written from a female perspective, it goes through the motions of complicated relationships, cheating, longing, and moments of pa...
