Today’s official prompt had me thinking about villains…and for some reason, only Narcissus came to mind. I know he’s not a real villain, but I followed the thought.
Narcissus loved more than himself.
He loved the water for holding
his reflection so tenderly
and the muddy banks for their slope.
He let his fingers sink in as he knelt,
the cool ooze between them and under
his palms, he imagined them to be flesh.
He loved the sun for tousling his hair
and warming his bare shoulders
and the breeze for stroking his back.
He closed his eyes, brows raised
and lips parted, as the world
embraced him as a lover would.