I sit here. I fall prey to your charms, harms and weaknesses. I see you in my mind with glasses, Onassis. Your brother flying across the Atlantic And you are Atlas holding the world up. I feel the old pang. I fall prey- that’s me, Persephone. I’ve had my time in Tartarus And you were my Spring. My Astonishing Adonis, Sunglasses, Onassis. All second chances. The night I met a Greek hero disguised as a man Who turned out to be a man disguised as a Greek hero. And I miss you, as you go off. I’m not Persephone, I’m Penelope. I was unsure I’d wait for you And now I don’t want to. But still, part of me does. Everyone is like a Greek god in some ways. I’ve had my fun with Apollo and Hades and Zeus- Who I’m still holding out for. But aren’t we all? And you, born on the same day as my Pallas. My palace in the future, my ramshackled past. You know a surface, you weren’t meant to stay in my world. And I prayed and prayed to let you stay. But as always it was up in the air. So I sit there. I fall prey to your harms, charms and weaknesses. Mine is weak ankles, yours is your weak spine. And I wonder, Did love ever make you blind?