Sirius

We spin and around and past in common time,

The sun sets as it wills and not by we,

Pulling constellations for me to climb,

And in their light, us in stories I see.

I tap my phone to wake fluorescent light,

And send its gleam across cold Hellespont land,

To pull your voice back to my ears this night,

Before the sun can pull you back by hand.

At first Ludus has pulled me into you;

Jokes turned to vines that wound around my head,

I meant to run but golden fruit you threw,

Which Anteros showed me so I’d be fed.

Your blazing calm outraced my weariness,

Now Eros puts my hand in yours, dear Sirius.