He watches you
when you're not looking
Apollo's muse
Calliope's child
His Father is the Sun
His Mother--the Moon
Always holding out
He wants it soon
Tangible to the finger's touch
He talks to you
when you're not talking
He chases you
when you're not following
Orpheus knows
the best is yet to come
to fruition
He holds onto you
with all of his might, like animal glue
He's afraid to lose, afraid of
Falling behind
He's a dream
He's a scheme--you've imagined
He's a rejection
awaiting to happen
Can he be conjured by you?
Waiting to be needed by you
Fluctuating like the ebb and flow
of the tides by daylight till night
He needs
someone to love
for all time
A pristine heart of gold
He yearns for something more
than mere lust
Orpheus feels
Orpheus grows
Orpheus forever
