I am sooooooooo selfish!
A love struck cupid
with a self inflicted
wound,
the mis-aimed arrow
with no Venus to
blame,
she, psyche,
giving me this birthday gift,
granting me this
moment
with her and it is not enough.
And I sit on this stool,
streaming in my own
froth,
she glowing beside me
in the dim bar light,
not yet ingesting the
ambrosia
Jupiter offers as recompense,
her life as merely mortal,
free of anguish,
only jealous gods
like Venus can inflict,
and here, I am
a jealous Cupid
denying her the attention she deserves,
so completely foolish as to believe
I can even remotely
satisfy her needs.
How to you (me) bring joy
to someone who needs
more than any mortal can give?
How do I even dare to think I can?
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