Stained Monochrome Wings

Of The Gods

03-17-13

Skin crafted by the Gods,

fashioned as if

we believed in such.

Milky, bloodlessly bronzed as if

that could possibly work;

you make such happen.

Blue hue;

fluorescent, gaily.

Poseidon, drown me not.

Piece me Poseidon,

twinkling and serene.

Black skies;

tousled and luxuriant.

Though born from chaos,

Erebus, allow me passage,

to texturize this anarchy.

Complexion fascination;

Aphrodite, enchant me,

oh, make me lust,

turn me to Pothos.

Ardent, a requisite.

Leave me yearning for

Godly you,

turning me Godly

but surely not holy.