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The Roman Gods of Verbum by Sayer Keely

I’ve become an aesthete,

Face to face with an ineffable beauty.

My love is a labyrinth

Created by Venus to teach me that

There is more than perfection

In love.


Imagine waking from Aurora

And seeing your love

Lying ethereally next to you,

Sol shining his incandescent light

Upon their darkened silhouette,

The bright shadows caressing their skin.


Their dulcet voice soothing you,

Their effervescent smile exhilarating you,

Their soft skin exciting you.

Cupid shot his arrow one day

And it struck you,

Creating a love unlike any other.


I will fight like Mars for her,

My efflorescent love as my shield,

My eloquence, my sword.

She’s my panacea,

My lyrical inspiration,

My cynosure.

 

Sayer Keeley is a Senior at the Saint Paul Conservatory for Performing Artists in Saint Paul, Minnesota, where he majors in Creative Writing. He has written occasionally for years, but hasn’t embraced his love for words until this past year. Sayer plans on going to college for English Education.

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