apollo would be gay
he would dance with his sister playing on his harp or lyre
emmitting sunlight from his skin
he would eat grapes and speak in poetry and
all his children
would feel safe. he heals their wounds
here comes the sun
he speaks to them through the light that tumbles in from their window, through the way
the sun ruffles their hair
warm brown and golden.
he smiles over them as they kiss boys and girls in their backyards
as they giggle and cling to each other
he brightens the day.
then the sun sets.
and he lives with them in the radio static and the pages of books tossed on their bed.
he puts them to sleep with the soft hum of his voice
till the sun rises again