digital dance - poetry

no matter how much you worship, they are not a god

you are Vulcan
god of fire
of flame
of a freezing kiss
you make beautiful things
your hands weave together
treasures
trinkets that glisten
and catch the eye
you give them away
spinning metal
bolts of silver
something to cherish
yet we always lose it
no matter how closely
you hold
it slips away

I am Pluto
god of
dead things
mouse whispers
clouds hiding the
moon
it takes a long time
to find the beauty
in me
I do not gleam like
Vulcan does
my wares are darker
and smell like death
a couple times
the right people
in the right places
have seen beauty
in cold fingers
it doesn't last
because life is meant
to be lived
and not remembered

Send me my Venus
my Aphrodite
my woman
made of silk
and flower petals
send me love
someone to
hold
more importantly
someone to
hold me
make me a lover
out of seafoam
and pearls
someone who
tastes my death
and thinks it is
sweet

make me a god
find me a goddess
memorialize what
is lost
into a legend
let all actions make
sense
and all thoughts
become stories
for fables are easier
to find meaning
than the
labrynth
of living