Prince of Sparta
Call my name
Catch my arrow
With thy frame
Laurel and lyres
Occupy your thoughts
While the sun himself
Hums songs of cosmonauts
Take his hand
Though it burns
Prince of Sparta
Listen and learn
Kiss those lips
Rosy, pink petals
Never forget
How the wind was unsettled
Let him dive head first
Into those ember eyes
Curled crown of locks
A royal disguise
Bare feet against
Gaia‘s soft breast
Follow the silhouette
Of your love’s test
Laughing and crying
Playing in the wind
His breath turns brutal
Silencing the wren
Close your eyes and
Remember when
Your only fear
Was death and sin
Spread thy flowers
Violet and blood
Reach your limbs to the
Waning Sun
Fall on the earth
Cry his name
Your sweet Apollo
Too proud for pain
But now he sings his song again
Despite the efforts you find your end
Despite the laughter
Despite the song
Despite the holding of bodies
Tightly together for too long
You gargle and hiss
Blood seeping out
Turning to flowers
Purple-blue sprout
Blossoming buds
Pierce from your chest
The wound was fatal
He did his best
His love is lost
In love’s short run
The lover of love
Killed by the Sun
About the Creator
Apollo SQ
Documenting existence as a queer person through poetry. I aspire to publish my work some day and become a professional writer so that I can tell our stories. 🏳️🌈🏳️⚧️
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