psyche, for eros

[ambitious_18]

she stares at him with
eyes that are hillside meadows
that are deep deep lakes
through eyelashes that are
black silk
that are fox fur
fringe resting on
alabaster cheeks
he lays in bed next to her
golden perfection
skin that is
sunlight warm and
that is smooth
liquid silk over
perfect muscles
his flaxen curls spilling onto the pillows to
mix with her long
raven hair
she watches him with eyes that are
cats eyes
traces his nearly perfect features with her
eyes that are jaguars' eyes
knowing that when the sun slips
it's night time tethers
he'll leave her
to continue his mission
he is a
sniper
a herald
he holds
beloved
holds
eternities in his
arrow marked hands
she is his
home
his heaven
his sanctuary with no walls
is his only goddess
the one he lives for
that he would have given his
cloud white eagle wings
to have