The Fine Margin

Oh Aphrodite

Have I mistaken


Passion oozes

Skin grinds against skins

Breathing in the moist

Smell of holy union

Oh Cupid

Have I mistaken


My hands glide through her hair

Like black mares

Running in the dark

Oh the hair

Oh Venus

Have I mistaken


For faith



And lust?

Oh Eros

Have I mistaken


The Gods have spoken

They lay their wrath

On a mortal such as me

How dare I ask questions?

Squeamishly I stare down

At the Gods of love

They didn’t define it

Neither can I.

Don’t take my arms

Granted for skinny dipping

We don’t have to

Burn like embers to lay in ash

Do not undress

I saw you already

Changes I detest

From my dreams

You are perfect

From where I stand

You don’t have to come here

To break my heart

In my eyes you are


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