light flickers behind her eyes
a spark? a flame? electricity?
would Zeus approve of the
lightning bolts
her eyes seem to sling at me?
if not, will at least
Aphrodite grant me her blessing?

it's in my nature, like a moth,
to be attracted to bright things.
the light brings me closer
i'm aware of proximity
i'd like to think
i'm aware everything.

but yet, the light dims in my hands:
smothering
stifling
my love is suffocating
my need for intimacy
makes it hard to breathe.

i ***** away anything
that's close enough to me.
the smoke clouds the flame
forever gone between us.

i'm sorry.