I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get over how pretty your eyes are.

I try to find the words to describe how they make me feel,

but it’s always not quite right.

They aren’t just beautiful,

they’re actually magical

and i feel like a kid, using that word,

but it’s the closest i can get to the truth.

not a single piece of poetry
can ever express the ache within my heart-

tongue tied

you see her in aphrodite herself

-to call them beautiful, is an understatement, for she holds the universe in their eyes

what would it be like to be alone with you again?
it’s been so long, i have almost forgotten
the way my heart would pound against my chest,
the way your eyes would dive into my soul

you are an explorer, plummeting into the ocean of my heart
i usher you forward, daring you even
it’s dark, and dangerous; too deep and you may drown
but beneath it all is the gold
glistening dully, on its last thread of hope

the memories are fading into nothingness
but maybe it’s meant to be,
like letting go of blissful childhood, when
adulthood is ushering you forward
yet, i miss the way i felt when i was alone with you
don’t let this be something ordinary in pink tint

i ache, and i ache, but that will do nothing at all
please call for my name, i just want to feel special once more

but you are a painting and i am a bystander
you are as beautiful as sappho, and i say this with candour
i stop and i stare, but i’m not the only one
your world does not revolve around me for i am not the sun

Cicada Summer

For@nosebleedclub may prompt #2

transcript under the cut

[transcript:

the sweat drips down my back

and the loud beating of my heart

almost drowns out the buzzing

of the cicadas

the words are in my throat

if only I could push them out

if only I was brave enough

to be honest

if only I was enough.

the moon illuminates the sky

and you turn your face to the dark

to watch it

and I’m watching you

how the white of the moon washes

over your face

and somehow makes you

look more serene than before

and when you turn to look back at me

I pretend I was looking at the moon too

for once I’m glad for the cicadas

without them you would surely hear

my wild heart

and my heavy breathing” [/end]

Gentle Sciences (Sappho Might Laugh)

Come dance with me love,

Just like we did that one time

When there were no stars in sight,

But Charles Darwin looking down.

You danced like you were showing off,

Showing me off. ‘Look! I won her!’

It helps that he was right there.

Baby, I’d like to think it was on purpose.

In the dark, an illusion: my lips on your fingers

(And your shoulder, and your cheek),

We float like perfect fairytale princesses.

But you know as well as I do, that we’re not.

Then the sun comes up, and I awake.

We stick to hugs and smiles and tap dances.

I stick to grimaces and taking scraps.

And it’s fine, my fair Aphrodite. You and I?

We’re really quite fine.

“gracious your form and your eyes as honey: desire is poured upon your lovely face Aphrodite has honored you exceedingly…” — sappho: If Not, Winter (2002)