Greek God Of Love

So what

If the last time

I called it love

Eros sat up on his bed

And ugly cried

While the world let itself be violated

Bylaws scribbled vigorously

With brains that preach rules,

Hearts that display ‘syntax error'?

Because every time I turn around

Twilight slips between my sing-song

Pleading for me to stay

To acknowledge the cotton

balls hugging my heart

Nimbostratus bloating daydream

More often than each gulp of air I take.

The sky outside my room cracked open yesterday

To cry.

I kissed her on the cheek

Gave her my box of tissues,

And hoped that she wasn’t neck-deep in drought

Someplace far away

Burying her worries under the bedrock.

So I lit a few incense sticks

And set the sky on fire,

Prayed that Heaven breaks lose this time.

I watched it turn grey with smoke

As it begged for electrical phenomena

From pylons which claimed to deny

Whatever spark is to love.

On my way home

I picked up a conduit,

Sent a flood high enough to drown it all

Held my palms open

To the Heaven

Raining glitters of singed angst.

Meanwhile, Eros summoned a drowsy Homer

Glitter strewn on his greasy beard

Quill dripping carbon black

Parchment wound around fingers for bandage

And talked him into writing about Psyche

As he kissed her jinxed forehead.

What’s more? He forged transmission wires

To run across the sky.