Heaven's Jealousy

He said my name like an oath.

I said his like a war cry.

We met in the ruins of reason,

and built something holier from chaos.

He wore the moon in his eyes;

silver light and tides that pulled me under.

I gave him the sun,

burned my hands just to keep him warm.

We weren't star-crossed,

we were conjured.

Some cruel myth breathed us alive,

then turned its back and laughed.

We stole time from the fates.

Danced in Hades’ garden,

bathed in river Styx,

stuck out our tongues

as the gods crossed their arms.

He held my soul in his teeth

like a prayer too sacred to swallow.

And when the sky cracked,

we didn’t flinch.

We were the storm and the silence,

the prophecy and the curse.

Let the poets argue if it was love.

Let the priests deny it with trembling hands.

Let the world remember -

we are unforgiven

for making the heavens jealous.