Tantalus, or, Parting

Small offering to the god of memory,
To the lord of all I carry:
You may have her name
Her fingernails and
Waking, tousled hair
If only I may keep her scent
Forever

A reply
          To you star-crossed lover
          You supplicant, you dreamer
           You beggar, you wretch, you glutton
           May her breath
           Linger always 
           Just out of reach

Two letters

Jupiter,

             I can see her in the wobble of your gait
             Even when you have her hidden,
             The thing you have,
                                     Captured
                                     Tethered
                                     Taken
             She is not the first,
             But know this
             Every time you tug upon her
             You exert a force upon yourself as well
              And you are starting
                                      To slip

Elara,
             In two parts I entreat you;
             He is not the first
             To use whole planets to hide you
             Please,
             Is it colder there?

                                                                                     -Zeus

Start at the beginning

Well anyhow, it's about time I start making myself type and edit more work instead of just writing it and leaving it to fester, so the primary function of this blog will be to hold me accountable to posting new, or revised, poetry on a regular basis. Stick around if you're interested, we'll see where this goes. No promises as to how often I'll post, but it'll be somewhat dependent on school. Hopefully, I'll be able to get at least one up a week. In the mean time, the following post will contain the first poem, and we'll go from there.