Chalices

I am in love with one forbidden,

like the leaves of gold that sit atop the lecturers of Greece,

one sip from the chalice and I

become an angel.

I cannot take you there,

Grapple for your hand and pull

you towards what I think

could be our future.

I shall never know

if what you see

through your

tinted technicolour

nightmares are what I

wake from in my dreams.

There is promise in the

Epilogue.