wake up my sleeping greek god
there’s parts of you i want
but what do i do when all those parts equate to all of you
cheekbones that hit dial tones
and continue to be admired
when your presence slices the air
no more diving for fives
and drowning for fours
at every party you go they all wonder
if they could be yours
idolise a life, a future with no bounds
they’ll turn their chains to water
and watch you drink it down
but you’re good in the present moment
more drinks to be brought for you
but the second it touches your lips
you become discoloured
and the greek god sleeps
until the contemplation dies
and the greek god sleeps statue
until it finally opens its eyes