i reach up and grab my fairy lights
the suspended wires twisting in my grasp
the warm glow
turning my fingers red
the stolen sunlight in my hands,
i think of her
hair painted by Botticelli
eyes like green waves on that clamshell
i dare not compare her to aphrodite
the goddess' beauty unmatched
but, by the gods,
i fear my own temptation to do so
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 7:38 PM UTC
i reach up and grab my fairy lights
the suspended wires twisting in my grasp
the warm glow
turning my fingers red
the stolen sunlight in my hands,
i think of her
hair painted by Botticelli
eyes like green waves on that clamshell
i dare not compare her to aphrodite
the goddess' beauty unmatched
but, by the gods,
i fear my own temptation to do so