a warm welcome from the river styx


oh, why did i notice you?


well, because you were so much bigger than me

and i thought your hands

would be gigantic

if i pressed my palms to yours.



you’re quite a sight!


please take off your shirt

and show icarus how wrong he was

to assume the sun

was the last one left to die for.



how’s the weather up there?


where the young light always shines

in your glimmering eyes

as i suspect you

might just be unshorn apollo himself.



please don’t strike me down!


your hands are huge and strong

and in your veins flows lava

because you

are not like the rest of us.



why does the son of thetis court death?


this world was built to worship you

and temples made for it too

which I can see

in your brown skin and freckles and golden hair.



god, you run so fast!


you, whose cord of fate now has its end,

you run like you can escape

that which the three sisters

have predestined you to be.


hello, darling.

it has been wonderful to know you.


intimacy is so holy with you

because reverence is not feared

but fearsome

when it has hands like yours.

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