"afrodite" poems
A muse is like the most beautiful woman.
When she comes to you,
Desiring to make love,
You best make yourself ready.
She doesn’t come for anyone.
She needs to know that you desire her,
She needs to be wooed.
A muse will love you like no other,
But only if you do the work.
Don’t buy her flowers,
She doesn’t need those.
Don’t cook for her,
Don’t take her to the movies,
Or to the park, or to a place of wonder.
She needs but one thing,
For you to give her your all.
She ******* only if you
Move your fingers in the right way,
Only if you reach that rhythm,
Only if you paint that picture,
Only if you dance that way,
Only if you give her your mind,
Your heart, your body,
And your soul.
And when she ****
The world becomes beauty.
When your muse reaches her ******
Your fingers move with the speed of Hermes,
Your heart beats with the strength of Hercules,
Your creations shine with the beauty of Afrodite,
And your body thrums with her release.
There is nothing more ******
More liberating, more all-consuming,
Than making love to your muse,
For when she oozes pleasure upon you,
It is not your *** that moves her,
But your desire to write,
to dance,
to sing,
to paint,
to act,
to perform the art that is HER.
Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 4:16 AM UTC
Ó Deusa vestida de espumas
cuja pele traz a leveza de plumas
transbordando pelos poros cas-
catas e inundas de prazer
Ó Afrodite de múltipla alma e ser
és teu parecer a explosão calma
quando teu corpo naufraga mare-
sias ao entardecer
Devotos entregam maçãs e ostras
conchas, flores tantas nos votos
eternos epítetos e formas canta-
rolam ao mar teus fogos
Ó amor que aceita a todos
seja nos ritos, mortais ou monstros
de mulheres e homens lava os cora-
ções aflitos e mudos
Ó Cípria e Safo, elevarão o amor que há em tudo
[inspirada na métrica do fragmento 2d. de Sappho]
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC