A Woman of Aphrodite

A childhood of praying to a man
could not keep temptation away
my feet are still dirty
my hair, a tangled halo
a curvy woman roaming the beach
searching for the shells
Aphrodite left behind
I sit, attentive, at her side and listen
as she whispers the secrets of the sea
I learn the lessons she seeks to teach
running wild and free.

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She Writes Chaos

Polyamorous girl, homeschool mom, poetry writer. Here are my thoughts, judge them as you will.