You found me in the underlit,
Said I was worth saving
So you stole the fire
Only to put it back inside of me
I licked the flames from your fingers
Like a fennel stalk
And in turn, your immortal mouth
Met my soft,
Devoured my flesh
And each time we kissed,
We burned
With only bones left
But the gods were not so pleased
With our offering
They picked on your insides, dissected you
For the parts of me
That made you whole
And left you aching, aching, aching
And empty
My brave titan,
I will never forget the warmth
Of your scorched hands,
The taste of salvation
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:21 PM UTC
You found me in the underlit,
Said I was worth saving
So you stole the fire
Only to put it back inside of me
I licked the flames from your fingers
Like a fennel stalk
And in turn, your immortal mouth
Met my soft,
Devoured my flesh
And each time we kissed,
We burned
With only bones left
But the gods were not so pleased
With our offering
They picked on your insides, dissected you
For the parts of me
That made you whole
And left you aching, aching, aching
And empty
My brave titan,
I will never forget the warmth
Of your scorched hands,
The taste of salvation
A poem based on the Greek myth of the Titan god Prometheus
