Hermes, my Keeper
Never do you hide your slick lips, your nimble tongue
Thief with artful fingers,
When was it you stole my soul?
At the first moment of your presence?
Keeper of all things gold, allotter of joy
When was it you called me your own?
When I cried for you on hands and knees?
Wing-heeled god
It is you who finds joy in rolling laughter
When did my throat create sounds only for you?
Will my joyous praise ever cease?
Blessed are those who have tasted your lips
Blessed are those who have knelt at your feet
Dare I look upward?
Do I defy my instinct to turn away
From a face of perfect divinity?
Am I worthy to look upon the face of my Keeper?
You who grabs me by the wrist
And pulls me through safe paths
How do I show my aching gratitude?
Is there anything but my bare self to surrender at your throne?















