Mythology [POETRY]

By: Jessica Bonifacio

In a life where Hephaestus heaves on Hera's chest,

Cradled, kissed, caressed —

And Orpheus brings his love to the light,

Without a damning glance behind;

In a world where Sisyphus carries naught

But feather-light dust on his back —

And monsters are good, and gold is lint;

Only in that reality do I see your eyes,

Brown-soft, hazel-sweet, meeting mine.