seduced me with a poem,
A legend of Jupiter and one of his moons,
A bright cloud-draped girl-object
Attendant in orbit about the great red-spotted mass.
Oh, it was romantic! Imaginative,
Laden with myth and beautifully,
Soothingly studded with intimate words.
Foolish, flattered, I was Io, or Europa,
Mistress and satellite to the king of gods.
Small, momentary, and one of many.