He Said His Name Was Helios
I burn, though, just for a moment,
your eyes, new, on my skin,
flushing pomegranate,
embarrassed,
as I dally,
to your cue.
"Helios", you said.
I, the last of morning's dew.
Copyright © Kate Davies | Year Posted 2024
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