Mortal Fears.

Venus, you whisper in my ear

and I sit up awake

with banshee screams weaving themselves back into my throat,

screams of No-No-No,

screams of Screw-the-gods

and Let-me-be’s,

screams of Please-let-me-stay

until I see it’s only you.

You try to calm me down

as dawn filters in our open window

but my mortal heart thuds and thuds and thuds

a cacophony of

lub-dub, lub-dub, lub-dub,

and I stare into your face wondering

how you throw around the cursed names

of these gods with so much ease.

Call me not Venus, nor Aphrodite,

I am not Minerva or Persephone,

neither am I Juno,

I am human, I am mortal so let me be,

let me keep my anonymity

away from the gods and their games,

they will only try to make heroes and legends out of me

and demand sacrifices out of what I don’t want to give,

they will only make chess pieces of my heart and mind-

of my loyalty and love.

Please,

let me stay here

with my arms around your neck in my faceless oblivion

because these gods live a lonesome life

with only frail humans for playtoys

and they take their pleasure in ripping us apart to put us together,

only to rip us apart again,

if only for the sake of having something to do.

Let me stay whole,

let me be mortal here

hidden in a cocooned world that

they do not know of,

because I have known no poison sweeter than my mortality,

and no truth has given me more joy

than this

that my tired heart might one day

give up on me.

Let me live to die

without tasting the immortals’ cursed ambrosia

again,

let me bleed red hot blood instead of freezing gold ichor;

I paid a small price for my anonymous mortality,

and I fear someday

the buyer will come knocking at my door

for a return,

before Thanatos does.

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Stars And Smiles.

I’ve been looking for you for so long, my love, and I’m sorry if I can’t see you even if 

(when) 

you stand right in front of me 

because my eyes have been sewn shut so long ago 

I cannot remember how to open them anymore, even when the wire that held them 

lid to lid 

shuttered close

has melted away.

I still only see galaxies painted on the inside of my eyelids

but somewhere between the stars, I once saw a comet tail of your smile 

and I’ve been looking for it again ever since;

I’m afraid if I open my eyes I might never get to see it again.

so I stand here,

eyes closed, face to the sky,

I stare right into the hearts of burning stars 

as I try to find what makes them burn-

I’m not sure if it might not be you.

I mean, I’m not a dying star but I have iron in my veins and doesn’t that mean the same thing if you have been setting my insides on fire over and over again every time your absence dampens it?

so that must mean you exist, right, that somewhere between these swirls of light and color and dark, you really do walk,

tightrope the threads of time between now to then,

that you live, you breathe, you smile and laugh

that it is your warmth that travels through to me,

right across this vacuum of space that swells up 

between my fingers, 

my ribs, 

my spine-

between the empty spaces on my bed that have your name across them.
it all must only mean that you exist, that you’re on your way to me right now,

that fate is weaving around our threads until we will be stories that won’t be told apart anymore, 

so I stand here, eyes wide open but not, and ask

who can blame me for forgetting how to open my eyes and see, when I’m so caught up in remembering pieces of you I know from before,

from when our atoms came together for a brief moment before they were ripped apart again;

even Zeus feared what our love could do to this world.

                                                                                                                                         

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