Baddies love archaeology

Ugh I hate it when the hot woodland knight begs me to break the curse put on him.

Of my life

Was seeing you. 

For I set my eyes 

Upon yours,

And even Christ decided 

He shall not forgive me.

The greatest tragedy 

Has been longing for you, 

Though I know 

That if you touch me,

I will fall

So far beneath grace

That my bones will crack 

is how Hades held the heartbroken Orpheus.

And the hero sobbed into

his chest,

slicking his shirt with tears

like a little child.

But the lord of the dead knows grief,

in the summer evening.

A moment when the sun goes down,

and the air is cool,

and the world is still.

And with my feet in the garden

It kissed my neck

and climbed into bed with me.

It whispered sweet nothings

of violent rivers and wet earth

and pink roses.

Voice cracking like thunder,

He did not say

I love you.

Instead he just breathed a promise

so instead I went down to the river.

I gathered stones from the water,

and felt the sun on my back,

Achilles turned away.

denied himself the bloodshed and the gore,

the glory and the hero’s life.

And instead, ankle deep in the sea,

I have always loved the sunlight.

So, if you decided to love me,

I promise the arrows

wouldn’t hurt so very much.

(What can Cupid do if you already hold my soul in the palm of your hand?)

If it passed that in the woods we met

and I ran, it would be into your arms.

For I like the hymn of your voice,

And the sun on my face.

Roots don’t suit me

so I shall not ask for any.

I don’t mind when

your lips press verse into my sleeping ear.

And I don’t mind being burned

just a little.

And I don’t mind singing with you,