I
he doesn't realise he's pushing
past a vortex with his skin intact
mistakes Melpomene for Calliope
II
his love a star a light that illuminates
eyelashes on cheeks wounded birds in the road
swept aside by a scorching trajectory
III
the impact does not the surface stir
her hades as thirsty as ground
she swallows a single drop of blood
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