You touched me and know I'm real, I'm no myth...
feathers, pillowy soft float in flickering sequence
laid in my hair and dreamt of nectars thick and sweet
next to me complexity brushed fingertips across warm flesh
cheating the hours that slip
into clear-heeled shoes with peeping toes
crisp intonations of past traps flash back
to death in your hands, to promises kept,
whispered, a tense kiss there
try me
when the evening wept a rose-flecked sunrise
licked its lips
and bit its tongue
one day the myth will crest
rising like the winged boots of Hermes
or will it climax and burn
succumbing to the heat