Greek goddess of victory

“The cool breeze ruffles the feathers of your wings.” 
- from Photopia, by Adam Cadre

Your statuesque
arm, this labyrinth

you barely care
we’re in together

— it’s so hot here.
You shrug. As usual

it’s a game and you
have already won.

You urge me on
impatient, but this

is no siege of Troy.
I will never be

praised in Homeric
epithet, your great

-hearted swift-footed
helmet-glinting hero.

So fly. Like I can’t
stop watching you do:

wings or no wings,
lift up in your bronze

and faultless marble
over me.