NaPoWriMo #21 – Narcissus

by krstaten

Narcissus reaches out to stroke
a perfect, delicate cheek,
tenderly, and is startled
when he finds ripples reaching
across the face of his adored,
as if they were wrinkles–
as if his beloved had aged
a hundred years in an instant.
How lucky he is, then,
to have been cursed;
to have his blood reincarnated
into a kind of beauty
whose petals could bend low
to stroke the water for millennia.