Yesterday, I went to Mt. Olympus.
I taught the children
their share of mythology from the names and rides
my mom shook her head at my dreaming
and I threw her into a wave that made me wish for Roses.
Water did not harm me,
but 'Apollo' certainly did
seeping into my snow-white skin
and turning it this gold color.
It makes me feel wild, sun
and that is very dangerous
(as King Haggard would say).
Not to mention the red patches you left on my shoulder.
I saw beautiful things, though.
The Eagle with the feather-wing missing, soaring.
Wizard Quest.
Hellooooo, large discounts!
I didn't go in to a game I would have won.
Peace-making..
The man with the tattoos of his children's name,
glowing love,
black mini-beard bristling,
skin shining fiercely.
That's how it works.
A patch of marshland
colors I remember but for pride's sake will not name.
A phone call.
"Pay?"
Time to go home.
Taylor's seizing.
Wrapped in Finley's arm,
my skin is still warm when you touch it.
Still warm, today.
Is this
what Queen Aislinn
feels like?
Talked to Kate today.
I started to go Payton on her, on the Facebook
realized what I was doing
and then she left me.
She always leaves.
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