Cupid's Own

February 16, 2011
I know Cupid watches me.
He holds me in my sleep
and whispers sweet nothings into my ear.
In the morning, I feel his breath on my neck.
His wings rustle the sheets.
But when I open my eyes, I see Apollo’s
searching light illuminating my empty bed.

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