Song to Apollo
I put my feet into fire red shoes,
four-inch high I stood with giggling toes.
In curve-hugging black lace I suited fine,
too good a dress it was—gold on my neck entwined;
‘twas a steel reptile that fed on my beating pulse.
The blood hue on my lips, a rival to plastic dolls;
the roses I offended, my scent stunned the night
and all its raptures, I walked fair and blithe.
To your castle I was bound, your keys I found;
knock was not a need—heels on stairs, that sound,
my arrival it meant—an invited thief on your midnight
blue, musk-bathed, you-scented sheets—we did fair fight,
and gladly we shared the spaces, we fell and rose.
No rules in love we had, but secrets told and proposed
between us, within me, beside you, we were the same
and different, at every end we met and we came;
we’re kids on hills searching for the highest top.
I found your eyes, your lips I trailed, spirits on rocks
we consumed, and stunned we were, unmoved by time.
We painted the night, our colors gushed—we sealed it tight
in locked hands, on paper scripted my name new.
Too many hours ahead us, stepping fast, left a few;
all few we wasted and deified—on our wrists confined
time that’s wealth, we spent well ‘til clocks whined,
and gods complained on our feat, demigods prayed defeat
for us, but they found no heaven to look up to, no street
for their sculpture parade, their scented ropes broke.
We are but safe in day or sleep, no words made us choke;
when words were from their mouths and their mock truth.
They didn’t stain our love, only we grew full and proof.
Written on January 4th, 2014
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