~ a p h r o d i t e ~
i've been wanting to enclose you
in a crystalline structure
filled with cinematic metaphors,
oh to look at you, all day long,
in the light of transparent prisms
is it wrong that i wish to drown
in that very prismatic essence
just to see you highlighted quietly,
so soft against Greek sculptures,
and timeless charettes echoing art,
whispering jargons from literature,
or pouring poetry inside of you?
they tell me i'm in need of words,
some enchanting vocabulary,
to be able to put you in a trance,
and rob you of your wild senses,
that are in search of the fire we lost
i ask myself if it's fine to witness,
poetry painted on the fragile wings
of aphrodite herself and to ask her,
to erase it all just to have a moment
with adonis, whom she lost to fate?
you wouldn't like to be in my arms
and finding reality trapped in there,
tell me, oh angel, now would you?
for i heard that heaven is a place
of sweet dreams that intoxicate you
so i scratch every reality away
until i see my blue veins throbbing,
hurting to feel you, so are you here,
here to embrace the blue in adonis,
or are you going to leave me alone,
to die in the depth of this blue ocean?
in the silence of this very moment
i ask nothing of you but one thing,
will you please sing to me, just..
look at me and lie to me, my love,
my dear, oh very dear aphrodite.
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Poetry#314 in poetry [Aug 19, 2021] "A poet dares be just so clear and no clearer... He unzips the veil from beauty, but does not remove it." ~ E. B. White.
