Pen now gliding, now editing, now embarrassed
How dare I write love poems to Sappho?
Could I ever please her with these lips?
Undulating awkwardly, the joy in my heart on display
Feet now skipping, now out of step, now clumsy
How dare I dance in celebration of Eurynome?
Could I hope to entice her with these hips?
Soul on fire with passion, in awe of the vastness of this feeling
Heart now singing, now fluttering, now bruised
How dare I be fair as golden Aphrodite?
Could I fly into a life built out of love once more?
Reposted from MySpace blog September 29, 2008
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