To despair at the idea of my nihility, praise me like I am your one and only god.
A grail of elysian sanctuary, filled to the brim with the ichor of your dreams and desires waiting to be perceived and hopelessly devoured.
My touch an elysium your mind cannot perceive, my blood made of gilded reveries. My voice a nepenthe from your reality.
My body immortal as I live in your thoughts, forever eonian.
Forever yours.
Never to touch, never to keep. Merely a kalopsia, merely a dream. A dream I allow, so praise me.
Praise me like I am your one and only god.
-Eros
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The Hymns of Anteros
PoesíaPoetry muddled and marred by worldly reveries. A kalopia the fingers of your soul couldn't reach.
