KAIROS.

what do the gods want? offer them a soul, a lamb, a devoted kingdom. temples of gold don't quench their burning hunger. adoring bones and upturned hands. cries of raw pain, begging for mercy. I'll swallow Apollo's suns and drown myself in Poseidon's waters. my wings will melt. my love will run dry. but nothing will end their fury. what do the gods want?

When we met I was the sun Filling the world with light But weeping tears of flame I was blinding Yet still you ventured into my soul You knew I was a scorching presence You don’t get to blame me for burning out your fucking heart

Sometimes, oh, sometimes, I look at you and wonder how a vase of dead flowers could still smell so sweet.

His hands are tangled in the sun and he should leave burn marks where his fingertips linger. He doesn’t. But sometimes you look to him, and know to your bones that you won’t come out of this whole.

Mention our ghosts, our knotted spines. The distance of our hands. We are graveyards reaching, with haunted bones. We endure.