Behold: Aphrodite, goddess of love and beauty, pleasure and procreation,
Who emerged from the sea with kelp-tangled tresses, resilient skin, and waterproof lungs.
Born from an all-consuming rage, she blesses the world with all-consuming closeness,
But she never looks at what she has created.
She arrived smelling of salt and roses, and of desire,
The same desire that I have for you.
Your smile is a smile that can end wars,
Your frown a frown that can set wars in motion;
Your scent of cloves and carnations, hazelnut and stardust,
All universal good that, somehow, I cannot put a name to.
Your voice is like velvet, elegant and regal,
Your face like satin, pure and smooth,
Your hands like silk, delicate and yet
Unafraid to plunge into dirt, or grip someone's hands in a moment of passion.
Your body is perfect,
A work of art that no museum could try to display;
You make me sweat as you walk by
And stir my mind when I'm alone.
Your hair is the crown upon your head,
A crown that I wish to touch and smooth in awe;
I watch you go about life, though the wind may tumble through your hair.
You are proud, determined, completely focused.
Your eyes are precious stones,
So confident and brave, mature and dominant;
Every move you make is calculated and graceful,
But you dance through this life without a partner.
Aphrodite's potion of sea foam and painful want washes over me
Each time I look at you.
Why must she play these games with my heart?
I know that she's winning, and that you are, too.
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Aphrodite
कविता"There's a blaze of light in every word, it doesn't matter which you heard: the holy or the broken, 'Hallelujah.'"- Leonard Cohen The poems in this series center on two characters: I, the speaker, and You, the speaker's subject. I is not a specific...
