God(ess)

I’ll let you hang,
On my,
Every word.

The scheming,
The hosting,
Even the absurd.

It may be cursive,
As I so do love,
The written word.

You’ll see it in letters,
And you’ll find it,
On my nerves.

That’s how you dance,
On me,
Like a gull upon the surf.

But I imagine I,
Land on you,
Like Aphrodite and her pearls.

Or is it rather,
Like Hermes,
And all his elusive words?

Maybe it is Ares,
As I know,
You love his swords.

All I know,
Is that it morphs.

The idea of me,
That is,
Of course.

Whatever god I am,
I deign to know your shores.

The ones that you tread lightly,
And the ones behind your doors.