HEAT WAVES

I
Helios
kisses the top of my head
a thousand times
lingers longer with each one
July fades to august
Closeness breeds familiarity
(I became a tired god’s confidant)
“Helios and Rhode” by Freder
He grows comfortable
breathes deep the scent of hair
warmed under the suns touch
wraps his fingers of light
in soft curls
settles into me
his copper kisses migrate south
hot on my neck
summer moves along the hemisphere
in the midst of embrace
he offers me burning prayers
tells me
how tired he has grown
of worship
all these thousands of years of myth
pinning him to the sky.
Cyclical life:
Dawn Noon Dusk
Always towing the sun somewhere
gods, after all,
are shackled to the whims of their devout:
first crying for light
than begging for release from the sun’s bright eye
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