Goddess of Love
I worshiped
the poetry of her

Her voice sounded
like a soft prayer
Able to convert
an atheist to a priest

She’s Aphrodite
and I’m a Sapphist

Who wrote poems
like unheard pleas
from a tormented soul—
sentenced with death
soon to be beheaded

I invoked thee,
my Aphrodite
I’ll be thy Sappho
if you’d answer to
my pleas poems

And in them,
I’d implore you
to abate this intolerable agony, and
allay me in this deathlike solitude
with thy godly presence




I swear on love letters
and you
for it’s the last poem
I write about you