Even if a genie emerged from a pondand demanded I make three wishes,
We sip in the sunset drenching the sky in sand, blood and oranges. I see the rolling, virgin…
With a love as intoxicating as Dionysus,A heart as longing as Apollo’s,Yet, an appearance like that of Hephaestus.
We joke and joke.Flirting to us is a game,Nothing serious.We call each other names,Pretending to be lovers.
You didn’t see it,But I caught glimpses of you.Out of the corner of my eye.I don’t know why I did it.It’s not like me to.
