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Aphrodite, Dream, goddess, Humanity, love, mythology, philosophical, poem, poetry, sexual symbolism, Venus
SEMINAL
I witnessed the birth of Aphrodite
correction:
I was
there in person, in a dream
moment she was born
or a few moments later,
if you are asking for exactness
drowning in an sea of
Olympian goo
woke up
moment before I
went under forever
feeling drained, as if
a vampire had been at
or with me
(so more difference there
in that little
preposition)
all I did manage to catch in my
mythscape
was but, exactly, appropriately,
as I’ve already said
the tail end of her
and being goddess tail, tail of
love and beauty,
the wave of desire did
not leave me untouched
and I did
think of you, particularly
when she became you,
shifting from gorgeous shape
to gorgeous shape
before she climbed a sudden
spiral staircase
up to Olympus, or perhaps Heaven
place in this incarnation
I knew I could not, dare not follow
and so
must remain satisfied
with last
glimpse of her apotheosis
her impersonation of every mortal beauty
I ever read
as character
saw
in person
even, as your case,
found the greatest pleasure
and yes, misfortune,
to love
to death
and then way more.