may 5

be the eros to my psyche

and be ever invisible:

I’ll watch you as you sleep and be

condemned.

you have wings of love –

quite literally,

there sprouted feathering from your sleek spine,

skin and down twining tenderness.

your god-mother doesn’t approve.

but I will do the duties she asks,

debase and erase myself,

all for the sake of making up the sin

of being in love.