Comments on Profile Post by Scheherazade

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When I first laid my amber eyes
on your buckwheat skin, your midnight locks,
your winsome smile, your hearty laugh
how could I have ever known.

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How could I have known how warm
your hands would feel clasped in mine, how sweet
your lips would taste locked with mine, how safe
your arms would feel when we entwined.

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How could I have known that this love
of yours, of mine, of ours would ripple
through me, through us, throughout
your short but bright entirety of life.

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How could I have known that time
--as I looked on with youthful amber eyes--
would thin and grey your midnight locks,
and wrinkle, crinkle your buckwheat skin.

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How could I have known that wit
would leave a mortal before his last breath does
until I saw you fumble with words not hands
as you forgot my name, my love, my being.

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As an immortal, how could I have ever known?

Commentary: I was reading Circe by Madeline Miller which retells the story of Circe, a Greek goddess. Greek mythology has a lot of instances where the ever-immortal, undying, unaging Greek gods and goddesses go down to the mortal world and have a whirlwind romance. This poem was inspired by the mental imagery of a youthful Greek goddess accompanying her mortal lover, who was old and aged.

This is beautiful. Thank you for bestowing this poem.

@Laling thank you for reading :)