the hanging tree
you,
of the bright eyed ingénue,
belle of the ball,
paradigm of the unsullied,
yet,
gaze hooded below pretty little lashes,
magician's enticing little helper,
you yield a tantalising inch,
and dance out of their reach.
tease.
but oh so alluring,
the demon snarls.
you beckon me,
a little twist of your skirt,
eyes promising heaven on earth,
the little lamb act stripped away.
that's how you want to play?
game on.
dangerous words,
forbidden glances,
illicit forays,
might I add,
right under the nose of our precious mother.
oh my, aren't you just a little angel.
meet me at the hanging tree,
you whisper,
brushing your lips past my mouth,
and lights me on fire.
you sit back down next to me,
passing the salt to the head of the table with a gentle,
"yes, daddy."
it's a dangerous game we're playing,
I tell you,
you trail a finger down my chest,
and covers my lips with yours.
the naughty gleam in your eyes tells me everything.
I meet a girl,
your exact opposite.
kind,
compassionate,
simple.
your claws come out,
all downturned lips,
and nasty glares.
and yet,
your eyes,
pulsating with anger,
belie pain.
you come to my room that night,
apollo,
you breathe,
get rid of her,
we're two of a kind,
we belong together,
you punctuate that with a kiss.
I push you away,
I have a girlfriend,
wipe my lips of your favorite gloss.
we both know it's pretend.
our dance is twisted,
dark,
illicit.
your eyes darken to chocolate orbs,
I lick my lips.
you were right,
it has always been this way,
and always will be.
we're two of the same,
and I'll meet you at the hanging tree.
A/N: so tis my first foray into poetry, and it starts with a really dark take on artemis and apollo's relationship. from someone who has absolutely no contact with poetry with the exception of reading it, I really do hope this is up to par. Thanks for reading everyone and please do drop me a little review to tell me what you think! Looking forward to hearing from you guys :)
