TITLE: "Love could shame the sky"
AUTHOR: Oriane Hong
If I had to admit that I loved you
In between the bruises of my trembling fingertips
Then Gaia would cry dew, and the sky would shake too,
For they’d afraid that my heart had pulsed true.
This love is cerulean blue
But I like to curse it with my forlorn Midas touch;
And right before you say it’s too much,
I will say that it is love.
This love is the one embroidered into me,
Woven in patterns of Arachne’s silver silk
Stitched upon my searing wounds in ink. I am sick
And Aphrodite has made love both the plague and the remedy.
This love was an avalanche atop my kingdom walls.
I saw my fantasies go up in Troy’s blistering flames
But from the smoke and embers and demolition
I found novelty that went beyond just reconstruction.
This love had painted a new sky on my ceilings
And had extended universes between imaginary constellations.
So much so that with a covetous glare, Uranus, alone on his throne,
Resented our lovestruck stares and their limitlessness that defied his own.
If the sky had seen just how potent our regal love was
It would have cursed us with shame and prickling envy.
Because I had found a new sun to revere and cherish,
And Helios had lost his chariot reins to the reign of Love.
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