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You are not Orpheus
You are not Orpheus, love, nor would I
have you be, and I will not slip in to
Hades hands. Understand my love is new
even when mundane is the order of
the day and I wish for words of passion
and wit. My days are incomplete without
a kiss from your lips, in a smile or pout.
Fanciful dreams in romantic fashion
still find their way into the world around
me, but now my prince has a face I can see
and when I look in your eyes, I see me.
My name in your voice is sweeter, I say
more musical than any poetry,
or song, Orpheus ever thought to play.
Siobhan M Pitchford
Aphrodite in Your Shadow
So well you take me as I am. I fear
to imagine what would be should that fair-
fortuned force that fogs your eyes suddenly
shed the scales that put me in your vision
as you describe it. I see no such man
within my mirror, but thank the heavens
that you see me so. And how do I see
you? Aphrodite shone as bright, I’m sure,
yet your steadfast nature is earth scented,
unlike Venus’s too fickle fragrances,
therefore so much the more desirable.
Yet, how can I compare you and be fair
when she is myth and you of fleshly make
she I wonder of—you I worldly hold.
David M Pitchford