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
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.
it has been wonderful to know you.
intimacy is so holy with you
because reverence is not feared
when it has hands like yours.