OBLIVION

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I don’t think I’m a hopeless romantic

but I do wish Calliope would hold my hand

or that I could lay my head down in her lap

and we could both watch my black silks

spread out like a dark ocean around me

and she would be the moon 

casting light on my horizon

weaving violets through my hair

maybe ivy tendrils would sneak up my ankles

they could pull me deep into the ground

and her fingers would slip through mine

but my lips would be wet with sweet tea and honey

so I wouldn’t scream

and as the underworld dragged me down

she would laugh so prettily

and it would sound like music

afterwards I could gorge myself on pomegranate seeds

and fall in love with Achlys

or be content to wander the sands of the Lethe

I can’t say I’m a hopeless romantic

no, I’m far too busy romanticizing the idea

of having been abandoned by a muse

of having been loved by a goddess

and of her choosing to let go