and the greek god sleeps

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