Her
My muse doesn’t understand my poems
She just likes to hear me speak
You give her a flower and a gentle smile
And she starts to dance through my eyes
You flirt a tiny bit
Slowly hold her hand
She’ll show you heaven
She’ll show you the brightest corners of the moon
Look into her eyes, you’ll no longer speak of gloom
She walks on sunsets, the night stars worship her cicatrices
When I talk to the skies they tell me that the rainbows dance to her laugh
Jason forgot about the fleece when he saw the quater of her half
She continues to mesmerise me
Hades left the underworld
Persephone sowed her flowers
Even Aphrodite loathes me now
For only hers is the nectar, I devour.
I taste ‘Dolce Far Niente’ as I inhale her moonlike skin
He hates me for my wrongs
She’s the only right I’ve ever done
If I were to fight Hydra for her
Hercules could have never won
And I’d give her the world, I really would
But the world doesn’t know me.
Between my sun and moon it’s only her who ever stood.
Copyright © Adeeti Arora | Year Posted 2024
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