Selene and Endymion

Snooze-button darling,

I’ve been up all night:

scrubbing the pans till they star-shine,

making the mirror a gleaming lake.

When I come to you

you don’t wake.
Atalanta and Hippomenes

I have a meat-eater’s heart,

and baby, you’re the whole buffet.

You’re ribs slick with smearing sauce,

midnight ice cream

too tempting not to eat —

you sugared cheat.

You thump between my teeth.
Eos and Tithonus

What hurts most is your thick

summer song, buzzing dew into dust,

lifting its fingerprints from the leaf-blades.

No. What hurts the most is

that the song isn’t for me.

No — what hurts most

is the wasted wish of you,

how I can’t remember you supple,

fresh, under my tongue.
Elisa Chavez is our Poet in Residence for January. Previously this month: "Revenge".