I
Ancient wives’ tales, made into sob stories about the ever so gentle mother nature. Venus crushed by Mars and forced into metamorphosis. Hidden forces and destructive powers under a facade of innocent, fragile flesh. Milk and honey will be saviors of man. Cybele’s womb; creating them again. Craving destruction and suicide: She will destroy us all.
II
Aphrodite adopted an Ego, she’s modern and female. Suffering turns her on, destined to wait in fruitless lands for her love. When he returns: Her nature to avenge the universal pain: the kind, weak boy will die in her treacherous loving arms. Failed to be like him now she’s lost
III
He feels like a rock, looks busy and doesn’t need me. Not so pretty; dark clothes and square shoes. Unkept hair on straight lines defining his face. Animal attraction forcing Venus to attack. The rock never breaks and she’s in pain. Crying and hurting, he comforts her. With a sly smile and a burning chest thinking I’m saved. Oblivious of her head resting on the small crack she made.