#deityhermes

[ibreathehermes]

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?

[goddessdoeswitchery]

I came home from grocery shopping and errands earlier to find a small swarm of butterflies on the front door. They all flew up and brushed past me when I opened it.

And I could feel love and happiness and serenity and joy. And I said "Hi, Hermes", because he has always been associated with butterflies for me. Hi, Hermes. And thank you for that peace and serenity.

[carrykerykeion]

“I always rehearse before I pray”

I wish I could give you flowing lines, Elegant meter and effortless rhyme. I wish I could be Ovid for you.

Fragments fall from my lips, Aborted phrases I’m Too embarrassed to even finish in my head.

These are the words I’ve swallowed: These and many more.

Let me sink beneath your dark ocean waves Close my eyes so all I see is you Let me suck the nectar off your fingertips And live off nothing else I would give my life for you to love me back

Please, show me you know I exist My lungs wither with bated breath All day we throw roses at the other’s feet Yet still I question how you feel I would give my death for you to love me back

[carrykerykeion]

Muses, tell me about the bright-eyed trickster, whose poker face is an unceasing grin while he counts cards and only ever "loses" for his own entertainment.

Tell me about the lover who falls into bed with laughter that tastes like sunlight on strawberries.

Tell me about the mysterious man who keeps an eye on kids searching for identity through spray paint on concrete, who keeps the cops away.

Muses, speak to me of the gentle guide in the dark cloak, who takes souls by the hand, ushering them away from their still bodies, and soothes them all the way to their next destination.

[ibreathehermes]

Madness in Devotion

Is that all?

Is it this? A noncoporeal, unobservable, scent of gold. To night after night speak upward, Daily, speaking his name. Is this me now?

Piece by piece he has taken my old parts. And quickly returned with parts anew. Rebuilt, here I come. On the confidence of these pink feet I walk amongst those who would think me crazy

[goddessdoeswitchery]

Hermes, god of the silver dipped tongue, help me find a way to be gracious today when I want to scream.

[mermaidlili]

I filled up my jar of foreign currency in dedication to Hermes... better get a new jar 😂