Hades

I sensed you before I saw you. The sugar flavour of meadow wrapped nectar in the air, and my eyes searched for its source, your face the essence of what I had been waiting for all those cold and lonely years my family had made me the guardian of Elysian and hell, until you stepped into my world like a galaxy bursting in front of an astronomer’s telescope. Tell me, with all those speckles on your skin did anyone tell you that you are a constellation, waiting to be loved and explored?