apollo

today i spoke to god

+ he was yellow:

a fervent boy

whose beardless face

had cursed a soul

and loved a thousand more.

god is

a golden boy

whose skin is

doused

in light

whose hands are summerlike

today i spoke

to god:

a flowerchild with hands

that tremble in

the light of day +

he was brazen

+

grey

+

bronze

+ tangerine.

god plays the lyre

+ wears a rock citrine.

one robe

one gleam

one baby child

under

one mezzanine.

god falls

in love

with nymphs + kings +

throws a quoit to

split the seams –

today i spoke to god

+ he was draped in golden dew

+ played a tune;

+ the god of the sun

adores

the queen of the moon.

Published by featherquills

i am a misfit and a wanderer, captivated by the mysteries of the universe and the secrets of humanity.

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