I am absolutely in love
with you,
and I'll say it to the sky and the street
and anyone else who'll listen.
your eyes are blue and ocean green,
but beneath them is something orange and
octane
and I want so badly to reach into your eyes,
pull away the veil that covers them so,
and take it for my wedding gown,
if you might ever ask me.
I want to see your everything,
the power that lies naked at your core
and the self that you keep hidden from me,
the electricity I feel when I kiss you
and when you turn away from me,
blue eyes glowing yellow.
and so when my friends cast doubt on you,
on whether or not you were a god,
I did not believe them, I promise.
I only took their venom jealousy as an excuse
to ask you who you really are,
and I knew you couldn't deny me anything.
you didn't tell me that I would die
if I saw your face pale under the sun
and if I looked into the light at the center
of your heart.
but I did-
and now the lightning becomes me
and our son drinks wine to forget me
and you will never love me, will you?
for you were a god, it's true,
but I never was a goddess,
and hera was.
YOU ARE READING
Lyre
PoetryA book of poems, mostly connecting to Greek mythology. If there's a myth of any culture you'd like to see a poem for, PM me and I'll see what I can do! . . . who else will tell of the broken heroes, myths that never spoke to hearts like yours and mi...
