So Much For the Ambrosia

 

I didn't even have to squeeze, and the juice poured.

 

The tiniest nudge and it poured

Like blood on a wedding gown.

 

I had never touched a god before.

I'd only seen them behind glass

Or on pedestals I knew I couldn't reach.

 

I had never felt the ache to touch them

Turn into a need.

 

It was a teasing too cruel to forget -

A reminder too painful to remember.

 

And you were too perfect to pretend I didn't matter.

Too kind to pretend you didn't care.

 

You kissed my hand like it was silver

And it turned to gold beneath your mouth.

My eyes were pewter until you touched them.

 

The nectar of the gods was across the table

But etiquette calls for more patience;

Sometimes an eternity of it.

 

 


Revision 2016:

I didn't even have to squeeze, and the juice poured.

 

The tiniest nudge and it poured

Like the pain of blood on a wedding gown.

I had seen the gods before,

Behind glass

Or on pedestals I knew I couldn't reach

Even if I tried.

But I had never had the wish to touch them

Become a need.

It was a teasing too cruel to ignore

A reminder too painful to remember.

And you were too kind not to care,

Too grand and too great and too much.

And I was everything wonderful you wanted

But too small

To take what you had.

You kissed my hand like it was silver

And it turned to gold beneath your mouth.

My eyes were pewter until you touched them.

 

The nectar of the gods was across the table

But etiquette calls for more patience;

Sometimes an eternity.

Reviews

[Christopher.Holmberg]

Beautiful :)
"You kissed my hand like it was silver

And it turned to gold beneath your mouth. "
excellent imagery
Well done :)
chris