Apollo, My Love

Hark the glorious Night!
Share with me marble moon my sleepless plight.
There she lay, perched upon her queenly altar of Stars,
Like the pale Queen mother of all the Czars;
Watching vigilantly beneath her clandescent veil for a signal, a sign, a whiff of Life
Or perhaps for the Trickster Sun, who creeping, waits to spill his bright eye unto the sleeping World.

Pray not for the silly sunshine
At this moment, darkness, like breath is needed.
We have come, like three Kings, thrice to this place;
Black marks the day, Green the pay, and Brown the Lay Away
(Paper or plastic? Dearest, I am lost.)

Feign! I feign, under the ghastly guise of necessity,
(My wallet! He shall never forgive me!)
Behind the metal and glass and wood panes, lies the Gold of my presence;
Twas I, searching for the truth of these feelings, herein this place of commerce and community
Feelings I found not, with you in their stead,
Here amongst the cold and iron and plastic of your Castle, your Palace, my Kingdom Come.

Golden your skin, honey your eyes, Autumn your breath and Spring your smile;
You, my sweet Apollo! And here! Here, is my Athens.
Godly gleaming like sunshine beaming, oh how you take my heart astray,
And Bring me blissfully back to the Royal Puce of the Glory days.

So now, marbled, here I stand, twinkling amongst the many flock and folk;
With the Sun in my eyes--with you in my eyes--
Wondering about you and I,
And what would happen if I happened to fall away into your Kiss.
Oh how I wish.

I love you! No! Maybe tis just the thought,
Of your wonderous glances and graces which can brighten the bleakest of winter storm,
Into the most Glorious of summer warm;

I adore you! No, it's only the moment,
As you stride pristinely by, and make me swoon,
And my breath catch, and my heart croon.

I want you! Never, I want too much.
But the featherbrained longing makes my nose sting,
And my eyes burn, and my ears ring.

Need! I need you!
But truly, do I? Accursed frivolity, Gratuitious affection, how you wrong me so!

I want you, I need you, I love you, Oh how I adore you my sweet, silly Prince!
But to say I love you, to know I loved you, I crave so much more.
Apollo, my Love, or better said my dearest, dreadful Eros--
My love unrequited, unknown, unexplored--
God of the Grocery Store.