Khrysothemis

Daughter of Harvests, Lover of Sappho

[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

Prometheus' gift,
small, flickering in
vast, eager darkness.
Each step
in trepidation, fear.
Still, to press on,
worthy or not,
the gift must live.

[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

As green adornment,
petals spilling from a head,
that has never known
wilderness—a mark two,
made to bear only beauty,
birth blossoms from a crown,
of skin and soil,
only here to bring forth life,
not to live it

[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

Fingertips, in their calling,
trace each nerve with heated claim,
yet she is held, unfractured,
at the edge of eager pain.
Ceding strength, she answers,
to walk her hallowed chase.
To hunter's gaze—she's yielded
her tethered heart—at steady pace.

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

for a King’s delight,
a body reshaped, countenance remade.
alone now, a face in the glass,
steady, gaze strange in gold,
irises , bright as dawn.
she waits, and wonders
if the Queen’s warmth,
will equal her King's

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

By sting and pleasure, sharply sweet,
each sigh, teaching,
the wisdom of a God as music, thorns,
loudly thrumming.
To taste—once tasted—of fear—a new taste,
the wine-dark night alone could know.

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

unknowing
what it is
to grow into
shoes
every step
plunging

to rivers
roaring
expected
to swim
limbs untested
yet stubborn
graceful

soul—soft
flesh—hard

[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

Burgundy, as blood on the lip,
champagne, as a lover’s breath.
Maenads dancing between love and fury,
to drums—the pulse of revelry and war,
at the edge of the blade and the depth of the cup,
for she, who watches, smiling,
a crescent, mad moon.

[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

Golden eyes near, gravitic,
heat that circles, binds—name a whisper,
half-formed, caught between.
They—gold and shadow—I unmoored,
drawn forward, beyond what light secured.

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

One look, time dilates,
her gaze piercing calculation.
Cutting assessment—swift dismissal.
Mending unknit with casual ease.
Stung, shaken, bleeding, crushed.
A pity they do not know,
of the reflection distorted,
by a mirror warped.

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

She gazes at the acolyte,
wild red, a flare
in the dimness of the temple shadow.
Prayers fall like petals—the Hound listens,
poise held too long—unsure of the ground beneath,
how easily it could shift between them.

[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

At behest and command,
a need to know her depth,
weights, measures, a multitude of edges.
To carve her, each touch a mark,
language spoken from skin to skin,
of flesh demanded—words held within.

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

@An_Aria_Blooms Thank you kind necromancer.

[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

Love as a blade unsheathed,
as a fist clenched tight,
delivered hard in lingering warmth.
Breaking together in wounding dance,
bruises a testament to what neither can abandon.

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

@MonikerErsatz

[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

In the hum of a tractor’s quiet roar,
Percy leans into Hades,
not for the weight of the fields,
but for the pull of sandalwood, oil,
sweat, bergamot, and the promise of petrichor.

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[Khrysothemis @amarktwo]

Flowers come, unbidden,
Rooted—blooming thoughts flow,
a mystery I can’t untangle.
That I knew the how of it,
wild things stemmed from places,
I thought were only mine.