The reluctant Argonaut

What do you want?
This is my land,
you can't cross it.
The sun!
You are blinding me.
Your hair glistens
like melted chocolate.
Don't do that with your hair!
Your eyes;
burst figs,
the juicy insides oozing,
running down my throat.

The sky is darkening,
the clouds a looming spaceship.
I shiver.
I am small
in this strange, alien land of mine.