To My Heart

Love. <3

Behold!--the love foretold by a grieving Poe, 
Who lost a lover to envious seraphs. 
Yet I have found mine in the realm of reality. 
Is it fair? The rest march, sightless; 
They hunt for this emotion. 
Oh, I beckon your spite! 
For love erupts forth from my soul 
And purges a ballad sweeter 
Than any angel’s “Hallelujah”! 
Heaven had breathed the heroics 
Of Odysseus into his veins. 
A lover held amongst the stars 
For a patient, yearning Penelope. 
Night laces his hair, wreathing 
Waves of Neptune’s arcane domain. 
Eyes are a spectrum of captured faeries. 
He laughs, and such marvels pirouette in his gaze. 
Could I speak of his lips? 
Too divine and rousing. 
Dionysus’ mirthful cup could not compare. 
My name upon it, tremble. 
Dare, my own mouth upon them, death! 
Blissful death and rebirth!--In his toxic embrace, 
All turns into a wonderland. 
An eternity of woes for this euphoric end. 
To be loved by a god, is a blasphemous tragedy. 
He, so warranting of perfection, 
Idolizes me instead. 
I will be his Eudocia. Our faith shall conquer, 
Endeavoring with all I can sacrifice, 
Fearing a sentence of exile for my endearment. 
Yet, ecstasy thrives. This Eden, 
Impregnated with lust and virtue, 
Survives. Sinners, hand in hand. 
Lovers entangled in a rhapsody 
Faceless to Cupid. Eternity, 
A word refined into a covenant, 
Between two who devoured 
A fruit of intoxicating sacrifice.