narcissus was beautiful—the very definition of it
the gods spent ages on his eyes alone
where nymphs would stop and stare;
as they’ve never seen a mélange so blue
but when your face reddens
head tilted, cheveux noués
you so deathly define “muse”
there i know,
if the gods spent ages on narcissus
they spent eons on you
☆
my lips have not shut up since the last time we kissed
the sheer prospect has me stealing from prose
curled, tearshed , 3yes intact
their black lashes, matted, like yours