If there should be something that you must remember,
it is this: you are one of the many lovers
sinking their toes into the smooth sand of this isle.
I don’t say this in order to dull the fire
that we have stoked to flames, caressing the heavens –
but to confess and to stand witness to these piles of ashes.
soon you will leave, like the rest of your brethren,
to fulfill one of the Olympians’ worst curses:
inevitable love, the promise of loneliness;
my island a mere rest stop to your epic quests;
when you venture to the seas, gone the 0
(of us, of me) will be. you are a kind guest,
so please: keep your distance. let your sweet, sweet words fester,
on your tongue with your wistful desires- forever.
Photo credit: Tim Lane (British, b. Cheltenham, England, based Bristol, South West, England) – Sophia Drawings: Graphite, Pencils, Paint on Paper