Artemis

Artemis

By dan ankers

If I had known that Artemis had dark skin

I’d have burnt mine

To be one with

Her divine

Grin

If I had known that cuts could gain entry

Into Heaven

I’d have cut off my right arm and mailed it to her

There are stars and there are planets, and then there are her eyes

And there are more facets in both of them

Then there are birds in the skies

and

Of her beauty

She is most

Uncommon

And

in her presence

most

Severe

She is what beauty sees when beauty

Looks at itself in the mirror

From the bottom of her sprinter's feet

To the very top of her crown

She is the mistake

When people say that

“Perfection can never

Be found”