Before you go,
before you turn back to your own necessities,
and I to mine,
I hope you know
I meant no harm.
I simply meant to charm you
with my wit,
to delight you
with my eloquence,
to offer you a dance of words,
with outstretched palms.
I didn't mean to become greedy,
to expect more than you could give.
I didn't mean for you to feel compelled to listen,
to the libations of my mind.
I hope you do not think lesser of me
for overstepping my bounds.
When you took that first step towards me,
I knew it would be best to bite my tongue.
Your winged sandals gave you away.
Friendships between gods and mortals
were never meant to be.
-by Corey, mortal