The green scales of my eyes choke you with glare,
My forked tongue hisses your name.
I tell the rushing waves the horrors of your twisted smile,
So that my mouth may soon forget the shape of its curve,
While the sands of time rinse your taste from my lips.
You always smell of sea salt on a winter morning.
I inhaled your scent like my personal brand of narcotics.
The taste of your kiss on the tip of my dreams,
More bitter than oversaturated tea or water that runs red.
Your blood is not wine, though I may be intoxicated.
You are Satan himself and the Nile is where I confess my sins.
Pray to me, so that I may hear the pleading in your voice.
Tell me what I do to you in the dead of the night,
When my ears burn from the daggers you pierce through my name.
Eye amulets and crucifixes cannot shield those who accept the evil eye.
Look into my soul since your windows are dusted with ash.
Do not shield your eyes,
I plead for you to stop submerging your head,
Or you may not hear my siren song.
Distorted echoes I repeat,
So that I carve your words onto the tablets of your marble statue.
I invaded your line of sight,
So that you may be a dead man frozen,
Living forever in the pulse of my vision.
A corpse without decay,
Solid an extra year with each sin committed in life.
Stay with me and I can make you immortal.
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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...
