oh you Alphas

with Your Michaelangelo thighs
and posture like arrows
smiles like bulldozers plowing trails
through drooling eyes that just want to stare
 
You turn adoration into slavery
lust into fuel
Your beauty like a magic wand
Your will like darting foils  
stabbing the air out of all egos before them
 
You part seas of mindless drones
into nice neat paths for You to stroll through
flexing Your power even in a yawn
Your perfection and grace
inducing quivers by mere proximity
 
what can we fetch that would bring Your eyes to ours?
us less than beta fellas
we whose egos are Your welcomed doormats
oozing joy from the pain of not being with You
wanting to live in the blackness of Your shadow
scampering behind You
living our own silent dreams
thanking Praxiteles for some stillness
where we can have a moment to sizzle in Your aura