by Marcus Roi
I was taught that goddesses only exist
in the heart and in myths.
Well, she must be Amphitrite's descendant,
a beautiful remnant.
Blessed with olive skin and auburn eyes,
a mind as bright as the sun.
When was I ensnared by her smile?
I couldn't begin to surmise.
It happened in an instant, like a flash of light
a burning deep within me, like a shooting star or a crashing flight,
like Icarus before his demise.
It felt as natural as soil between toes
the first time our souls met.
She took my breath away with every word she spoke and when she held me close
like a corset.
Even the small things she did with divinity,
she spoke like a waltz
enhancing my affinity.
Goddess among women rose among the weeds, you are effortlessly without fault.
There must be something in the waters
passed down to the Mediterranean's daughters;
My Amphitrite, my goddess of sea,
who swam through my veins like cocaine.
Goddesses only exist in the heart and in myths,
I learned once again.
It's proved more difficult than I'd imagined
trying to stay sane.
You got under my skin like a tattoo
you spread quickly as a rumour.
and malignant as a tumour.
Last updated August 10, 2016