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