Aphrodite, Once Removed
In a market, just outside of Cyprus,
I came upon immortal Kypris;
and as we met along the aisle,
I was enraptured by her smile,
her placid eyes, her gentle face,
her supple, warm and soft embrace.
Her golden skin. Her golden hair.
Her dress, like liquid hanging there.
And as this Aphrodite spoke,
the heart within my chest awoke--
pumped blood burnt with Eros' arrows,
and filled my bones with boiling marrows.
And though her nape begged to be kissed,
-just as her thighs, her lips, her wrists-
the gods compell me to resist-
-Anguish! How can I, mortal, resist?!
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