Directly across from me
At the dinner table there she sits.
Unwavering eyes
Look into mine.

She is cold
like the ice she places in her mouth.
It melts,
sliding down her throat.
A chill fills the womb.

Before she leaves
Juno gives me a kiss.
Leaning in close
the waft of her breath
smells like rosemary.

She ascends back
to her special room
and lies down upon
a cover of the heavens,
inhaling the warmth of the cold.

Juno’s fingers reach down
to trail across her wiry femininity.
With a deep exhalation of oxygen
her mars peaks.

Her chest heaves up and down
while the head rolls lazily to the side.
Juno’s eyes glide across the room.
Stopped.
Caught by the glint of the standing mirror
And she looks into it.

Unwavering eyes
Ask,

Who is the god?
Her or Me.