'Mother', she snapped, 17 & all grown refusing
to wear her gown of cosmic jewels & eternal
pearls; 'I just don't like it,' she whines & runs
out of the upscale boutique; the island
quivers her mother spying her running
over an emerald green hill; 'Aphrodite!
Get back here,' her mother screams bringing
rain & sweeping winds pushing the fecklessly
fearless daughter toward the rocky shore
where any number of Poseidon's crew
lay in wait like great white sharks; she who
was born of the sea comes in riding the waves
on her own curling red tresses leaping over the
sea-green things & their women; waves
crashing on the shore & she returns
red-faced & tanned to her mother's side;
Dione is ****** & says, 'just for that young lady,
u don't get to look at urself in the mirror for a whole year.
u'll just have to rely on others to tell u how beautiful u are'