Aphrodite worshipped

She often walks among us. In high heels
or sometimes flats, because her feet get sore.
Sometimes we feel a momentary awe
rush of affection lust – the kind that steals

up on us unaware until we sweat
a little, breathe quite hard. She’s walking by,
just catch her sideways glance, her lightning eye
is on you for a second. You’ll forget

you saw her, but her glory’s aftershine
illuminates the next girl that you date.
Sometimes you please the goddess, feel her weight
next to you in the night. Touch the divine

when it is offered and you have the luck
to be the random one she picks to fuck.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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