There is three, a trio of sorts
That gives me what I need
For each of the ways I bleed
Sometimes it's my soul
My beating heart
My plagued mind
They all love my sculpted body
But none can I keep
They are all forbidden to me
Belonging to some
Or belonging to none
Too old
Or too young
I will forever be alone in my being
I am merely a fascade
Only to look at with craving eyes
And sensual thoughts
Sultry words spoken
What became of her?
With her raven hair
And marble flesh
Dark woven gown
She glides amongst the luminaries
Seeing who is free
To be with her
Until time to sleep
Who is she?
She is me
Aphrodite

I don't have long
Trying to win your love
She wants you more
You want me to my core
I know you do
A triangle of mess
The passion in your pools
Make me a fool
A smile that could be wicked
It tears my calmness to shreds
When I see the glint in your eye
The hint in the arch of your brow
Needing those full lips on mine
And they will belong to me
Please give them to me
I am your Aphrodite

I feel out of reach
Of the things you want to teach
My desperation shows on my face
That you are not in my place
I want your power over me
So blind that I cannot see
I won't notice the error of my way
Please let me be your desperation today
Give me some sign I'm yours
Write me into your stories of lore
Make me your main character too
The one who triumphs over you
I will steal whatever you want me to
Hire me, instruct me what to do
I'm reaching for your hand
Just tell me where to land

Love is a whirlwind
Creating a path I can't win
A hurricane force leaving me bleeding
From the debris, forced upon my skin
Preferring the gentle breeze
Of a tease
Please
Don't judge me by my winds
Or by my words
My predictions, in my verse
Name me after the lady in a category
The first of the year
Aphrodite is coming
Prepare

She holds a box, a sacred place,
Wrapped in mystery, warmth, and grace.
A whisper deep, a velvet flame,
That draws the wild and speaks no name.

It opens not for just a key,
But truth, and touch, and reverie.
A temple carved in silken skin,
Where both storms and dreams begin.

To know her box is not to take,
But feel the quake the stars awake—
A gift, a gate, a world untamed,
Forever hers, though never claimed.

They say it’s wrong, this fire in my veins,
Your touch—my balm, my bliss, my chains.
We meet in shadows, hearts alight,
A kiss, a crime beneath the night.

Let gods forbid, let fate deny,
I’d burn the world to hear you sigh.
Though we must hide what others flee—
You are, and will remain, my Aphrodite