The Iliad echoed in my ears as I gazed at his back-
The curve of his spine, the curl of his hair,
I laughed,
And they call me a God.

Those who call me a God have never seen him.
Not the way I have.
Unburdened by his title.
The title I placed upon him.

And I longed for the war: for the battle shouts and the fighting.
I looked away from him.
Was I doomed- doomed in the way that fabled Warrior was?
No. No I will not.

I will not sacrifice my love,
As Achilles so sacrificed his.
Hephaestion lays beside me,
Skin hot and copper-gold.

Achilles loved, and so did I-
Not with the weakness of men-
But the Hunger of Gods