Eros

My mother has a hold over me,

A hold I cannot break.

Every jealous plan

I must go along with.

Things will never change.


Something inside me is different.

Something strange.

I saw the woman, Psyche,

A woman so beautiful

My mother is jealous

Of the attention

She received.


I have found myself in her arms.

I no longer wish to obey my mother.

I must marry her.

The oracle hears my plea

And informs her family of me.

I will have her.


I give her my love

And receive her own.

But theirs a nagging feeling

In the back of my head.

Her sisters are strange.

I suspect they fill her head

With wrong assumptions.

I hope I am wrong.