Apollo lunges and Daphne pants, pants, Thinking only of her moistened choices, And how the god demanded her at once Without the pass and parry of a dance, 5 Without a titter from her, or low voices Conspiring to prove the world a dunce. How had he thought to enter her without Flattery? Would a god stoop to assault And battery? Perhaps she had not heard 10 How he drove his charioted star about, How the sky bent blue, to him alone devout. (Perhaps she thought the sky the moon's ward?) Too bad. For when she ached into a tree He ripped her limb from limb for his victory.
From the collection "Supposing Roses"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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