The gods have strange ways
of granting our prayers
when we ask for impossible things,
it is their sense of humor,
a reminder that some fates
are not intended to be defied.
She sought immortality,
to preserve her illuminating beauty,
never to weaken or ail,
but to remain like an eternal
burning flame
ever admired.
The gods warned her
that all things were not
as they seemed,
but if she sought to touch
upon divinity she should
bathe herself,
seven days and seven
nights within fresh rainwater,
and let no grain of food
pass her lips.
Delighted she followed
the godly instruction
and upon the eighth
night she awoke not
within her be
I recite poetry
as your fingers
dance in slow
graceful movements
across the harp strings,
a twang within my heart,
making my soul vibrate,
each cord breathing life
into my words,
a ghostly melody
before a burning fire,
which adds its own voice
in whispered undertones,
the wind bleeds through
seeking entry
like death at the door
wanting shelter from
the storm,
the night has been long,
as the world rages on
but Hestia watches
from the shadows
of her firelight,
blushing at our
musical caresses
and lyrical kisses.
My ear pressed
to your chest
I listen to the sound
of your heart beat,
the dull thud
of galloping horses
from a time far away
we once belonged to.
This is the rare hour
when all truth must
be spoken unapologetically,
my lips speak into your
flesh.
"I am a weak woman"
It is a secret buried
in the deepest depths,
trembling forth
you feel the vibrations
rippling across your skin.
You smile,
without condescension
or imprudence
your words whisper
into my hair.
"You are a strong woman"
On this hour of truth,
there can be no
false flattery or
indulgences.
your words
must be a true
as mine.
I feel as if I would
die without you,
His heart was forged in fire,
born out of the furnace
of life's sorrow,
stressed to the breaking point
it did not shatter
but held true.
His eyes were tempered steel,
sharp around the edges
concealing tenderness
from a world of violence
and death.
His soul sung
like a blade well drawn,
the whisper of a lover's
serenade, delicacy
and endurance
honed from brutal force
of reality.
You have mountain eyes
in their immensity,
the endless depths
of winter skies
that seem to bury me
leaving me breathless.
Your smile is the sun,
emerging from the horizon,
breaking the storm,
a warm breath
upon my flesh,
it saves me.
Your laughter is
a rumbling avalanche
it overcomes everything,
swallowing all of me
with thunderous power,
and I want to be submerged
within, feel it crashing
down around me
with crushing force.
