your tears

be a solution of cleansing

let me wipe them away,

taking the stains of the past

too

you bring the nectar and ambrosia

of Olympus

into Hades.

traversing the subterranean

and encountering you

is discovering the Moon

has fallen from the heavens

and graced mankind

I’d tell you,

that I’d follow you into the dark —

but it appears

that the dark

is where we found each other

and I am glad for that —

stars don’t shine

in the daytime.

the contrast accentuates your luster