To Love a Goddess (poem)

He wakes up,

Her face in his mind,

The sensation of her lips

Against his cheek.

(This is his passion,

His foolish love.)

He rolls out of bed,

Wishing she was there,

Wishing he could hold her,

Instead of cuddling reality.

(His love is destruction:

Conversations turn to silence.)

He admires her,

The way her glasses fit,

And her always shining eyes,

As if belonging to Athena herself.

(But she is no daughter of Athena,

And he falls further.)

He confesses his love,

A child jumping into fire.

She turns away,

Tries to kill his sick passion.

(Time to walk away.

Only a fool pursues the unwilling.)

His passion lives on.

Its origin was never in her,

But in his mind:

The love of an idea.

(Let this be a warning.

He has isolated himself.)

-Zero