love is not dead yet

the greeks had names for seven types of love, if only we could bring that back

young aphrodite

discovered in the sea foam

who are you to be?

--

Eros: first love

i remember with great clarity

the moment i fell in love

when i first laid my eyes on you

the sun among a sea of stars

my glimpse of salvation as you beconked me forward

like a moth unable to resist

you took my hand

and brought me home

made empty to give room for your light

your light, cosmic,

to be found in eyes of honey and gold

in ringlets of earth that spent eons forming to frame just right

in the song that spilled from your lips sweetest of siren calls

filled to the brim with lies of forever

--

Philia: hedera

its been growing for many, many years

seeds planted in passing

we did not water nor nurture like our peers

just watch in silence, this weed we were having

vines creeped up our bodies, twisting and tightens

suffocating as we claw in desperation

but its far too late for us, no use fighting

the chance to kill it young was wasted

now we stand held together by ivy

this bond unbreakable, held tightly

--

Ludus: the game

let’s play a game, its lots of fun

always choosing opposites

you will be the mother, i will be the son

of what you are i inist

there are no rules or goals or end in sight

bring in another, and more and more

just keep on playing, into the night

theres never enough for whats in store

bigger and bigger the family grows

you dont remember whos playing i suppose?

--

Agape: an ode to life

oh life,

kneeling in the grass hands pressed into the earth

dig my claws in as you pulse beneath me

the ground rumbles with promises of forgiveness

lay my soul bare for the worms and beetles

let them feast upon the blood of your devoted

air sweeter than nectar cleansing soot filled lungs

droplets of redemption fall from above

followed by the birdsong like thunder crackling

amid the comfort slipping through the cracks in the roof

as i close my eyes and be

--

Pragma: thanatos calling

we lay my love at the riverside

washed into the flames of new

adorned with gold on her eyes

and lilies in her skin

she will go when the sun rises

bloody and true

with the song of the nightingale

and requiem of the suitor

cut me a stand of her hair

let mercury light the path

across the Styx

set free to traverse Asphodel meadows

--

Philautia: hello again

hello,

its been too long

much too long

since ive seen you

glimpses caught 

in windows of passing cars

corners of busy streets

eyes of a stranger

how are you doing?

you carry an exhaustion

in your eyes

on your back

in the twitch of your fingertips

your hairs too short

and the look in your eye

false confidence 

of someone who knows way too little

is missing

stars litter your face

and back

and chest

a million constellations smeared

on waxy skin

what happened?

blinking slowly

cat-like

you bare your teeth

barking out words

shifting

but never answering directly

i hope we can meet again.

blinking

the mirror is shattered

and youve disappeared once more

--

Storage: my garden

weeds have overtaken my hydrangeas

and my peonies have started to rot

the orchids have lost their glow

planted in the wrong soil

carnations have been tainted 

my queen has moved away

cats have eaten my yarrow

there is nothing remained

so i sit here and hope

that my purple hyacinths will survive

Author's Note

this is my first post so im not sure what I'm really doing. i hope its readable! if there's another format I'm supposed to use to poetry like this please tell me.