Metamorphoses

The sheet slips back as Apollo awakes
Your master rises; you kneel like Photis.
Warm curves turn golden as soft sleep breaks
Waiting to serve, palms up like a lotus.

Like Eros I came, your body was bound
And the tears you shed turned the silk sheet damp.
They whispered, can this be love you have found?
Your doubt burned the bond like oil from a lamp.

But you cast off your fear like chains of steel
And let your soul guide you through the crisis.
At the gates of darkness you would not kneel
And won my love, a blessing from Isis.

Bound by your hair, my breath coming faster
My flesh is a slave; you are the master.