Nar-kissass

I can understand
Narcissus.
It wasn’t all his fault,
what plagued him.
Maybe his muscles felt like they belonged in the world,
atop the earth,
like sunshine on a garden,
warming it and wishing it well,
even when swept up in too strong a spell….
Perhaps the curve of his face
was an enchantment,
a fire-starter;
maybe his hair had a shine to it
he had never seen anywhere else in the world,
and he just loved to stop and stare.
Sometimes for hours.
I, uh, I can understand that.

However, I do blame him
for full-on falling in.
Ridiculous.