Hades breathes uncomfortable in his delight
sweat clings to him while he hides in his helmet
inhaling a flower so forbidden that it’s scent
makes him tug at his collar for a little more air
she sees the world in tones that are
over exposed and under saturated
sunlight creeps between branches of trees
to pierce the veil of seasons
the skin of their worlds
her time is a beginning that is an end
that is a beginning and
his heart beats heavy in anticipation
of her return to loving the dark
as much as the light
when she tires of the sun and fertile lands
she will seek solace in the shade of his realm
the comfort of his cold arms
where he will inhale the sun from her hair
absorb the heat from her skin
and in his hands the last of her heavy petals
wilt with leisure in his personal abyss
