Hades

With my burning ear

against your breastplate

I can hear the hot air in your lungs

rush from your root

to the sky of your bedroom

You want to believe you are Hades but your breath still floats

Hades,

Hades,

I want to be the girl that undressed Hades

with a mane of snakes and scales in my shower drain

I want to be beautiful and fragrant and young

with a brow that can writhe and breathe and taste the air

I want him to cast his crown aside and come sit between my legs

settle into me like a warm morning mist

I want to be the one who taught Hades to taste the light