The Romans Had It Right Poem by Melissa Bergsma

like ancient Aurora,
i wear my nimbus with a smirk
tipped to the side
you nudge it back in place
with the curve of your lips

conjured from my
overactive imagination,
your goddess of the dawn
i masquerade in darkness

primordial halo
cast on jagged rocks
before i honed the art
of artificial happiness

yet, the grin i grant you
cant recall wings that bled out
leaving inky feathers on my flesh

it knows only
the aura my skin oozes
at your demanding touch

say you'll be my Eos
i'll wear you like a crown

vibrational vapor
ceding to my touch
i surrender into the addiction
of your esoteric command