The New Aphrodite
With lines that move the sun and stars
and shake the earth from pole to pole,
and draw sweet nightmares from the heart,
and sear hot lines across the soul,
This night-skinned venus subtly shifts
the puppets she manipulates,
she weaves her webs of words and dreams
that sear souls as they captivate.
This Aphrodite of our age,
this lush wine-dark, exquisite flower
who pours dark words from onyx bowls
and stills the surf with her sweet mind's power.
This goddess of ethereal realms,
this virgin/whore, this cosmic she,
what tribute can the mud-bound make
but worship her? What choice have we?
With lines that move the sun and stars
and shake the earth from pole to pole,
and draw sweet nightmares from the heart,
and sear hot lines across the soul,
This night-skinned venus subtly shifts
the puppets she manipulates,
she weaves her webs of words and dreams
that sear souls as they captivate.
This Aphrodite of our age,
this lush wine-dark, exquisite flower
who pours dark words from onyx bowls
and stills the surf with her sweet mind's power.
This goddess of ethereal realms,
this virgin/whore, this cosmic she,
what tribute can the mud-bound make
but worship her? What choice have we?