God of Beauty

God of Beauty, God of Strife, spread your light on me. Pick me pick me, to join the dance. Floating, swaying the world spinning with my God of Love. I can’t stop smiling, sighing, looking, waiting, watching. Will the shoe drop? There he is again, the world is right again, laughing, talking, singing at the top of our lungs. The tilt of his head, the glimmer in his eye, he loves me…until the next one. Strolling on the beach hand in hand sun dappled bodies looking at us, muscled, tanned, toned, hot. I smile in pride and admiration and look at him, unaware of all the stares.

An admirer comes up and smiles, he smiles, my heart skips a beat. Am I old news, is this it? Younger, toner, tanner, easier, fresh and new. I look at my feet, I can’t bear to see his eyes, I can’t bear the talk…again. I wish I was somewhere else, anywhere else. A hand on my shoulder, I look, it’s him “Are you all right?” he grins. It's the two of us again; “You are so beautiful” he says and smiles the smile that makes my heart ache. He means it I think. I return his smile, warmed from the inside, feeling foolish, but still worried.

His hand in mine we walk the boulevard, a picture of happy contentment, the beautiful young couple. I catch my reflection in a shop we pass and see an older face with many flaws, my hair is a mess, and why does he love me? I catch his gaze on a sweet young thing, he turns and smiles, “Nice view.” Then he kisses me. God of Beauty, God of Strife stay with me forever or let me go, for I can not stand your magic anymore, let me go…but not today.