eros believed that
love lived in words in
fingers entwined in
soft sweetness reflected in a lover's gaze
we are distracted by
ideas and lithe bodies
limbs met in a tangle of
lust mistaken for destiny
are you disappointed by little cupid's
refusal to dip a point in potion and
pierce you?
no one tells stories anymore -
we are stamped by bars and our
inexperience
can't blame the gods for
not believing our untouched flesh could
handle the wound
i wear my love like a scar search for
someone whose body will speak
eros, please come back and
remind us of the myths we have
forgotten to live
i will put myself in your path until
you decide my skin is thick enough to
wear the marks of
the next story i'm supposed to tell.
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