i have become
vulnerable to summer, an Apollo
drew me into a chariot
of loving and resistance was not
natural but acceptable and fully welcomed
by Olympus
i named him as any
Anglican would, schooled in British
Roman law, as Austen held
Darcy to her Bennett, i held
this god as my own, and being
when mortal and god
admix, when flesh meets a steadfast
flame - somewhere a cold lantern
is lit warm, long into a night
as a recital of classic leaned against
a fertile coast blossoms to a
garden bathed by consort and wreathed
in birthing a love greater than all
things marked by springtime or sun alone
bkmackienzie
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