Erotes

By Cody Austin

Do you regret the day you abnegated Eros?
I resisted hearing my name hushed by another
In the darkest hours, I sense you still. 
A ghost lost in the mill. 
I’d have travelled through inferno, rather than endure Eden without you.
I am my mother’s daughter, 
At the 11th hour,
Call upon my resilience.
Even when down-trodden by Pothos,
the dice are loaded.
Shall I repent for returning once more to Dionysus?

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