
lunar beams
Once, I heard Pluto tell Jupiter
a woman that loves you is never to be crossed
but the latter, he never quite figured out
just how to be the man Juno needed him to be
so every time she speaks of love, loyalty, and so on
I slip away with my chariot and disappear into the sky
I would be lying if I said
that part of me didn’t wonder sometimes
Wonder:
just how much the moon can affect the tide of the ocean
whether Neptune keeps a close eye on the sky during a clear night
whether he really cares when she starts to wane
whether he cares at all
but as I make my arc from one horizon to another
his face always finds me from beneath the waves
I can feel myself glow brighter as my skin hums
you are the one
it’s you it’s you it’s you
it will always be you
back on Mount Olympus we wine and dine and dance
with other gods and nymphs
until the time when his eyes meet mine from across the room
and we abscond to a secret corner
his lips brush against my ear
sending a thrill through me as he whispers
we know who the real ring leaders are
but we can never give that away
I run my fingers through his hair
still curly and thick with salt as I reply
it’s a shame they’ll never tell our stories
but I guess the greatest treasure always stays hidden
later I fall asleep to the sound
of the rain and the waves crashing into one another
behind the white noise is a darker mantra
you are the one
it’s you it’s you it’s you
it will always be you