iamidae:

some gods have soft eyes
she has soft smiles and a
sharp heart beneath them
a half-empty brandy bottle
smashed on the bar top
lodged under her tongue
they never see the eyes

that girl has the coldest hands
were they forged of iron
or fog? when she passed
did they coalesce?
there are scars on the knuckles
like trees cleaving the dawn
she does not speak of their birth

my god is a runner in the night
light drags at her but she drifts
her hair is starshine, her feet fireflies
she is my light, my creeping sunrise
cold and distant on the horizon
but i still feel it, and i feel her
my god is a hunter, i will not be prey

-17.12.15 [to artemis]