Son of Aphrodite

Son of Aphrodite
Form: Free Verse

A sensual little number
she thinks
concealing nothing beneath
sparsely stretched silk
as she walks down the street
tugging the hem that leaves
nothing to the imagination
even Eros can’t be inspired
to fire the dart
yet
the girl with her skirt
lashing her ankles in the wind and rain
inspiring the desolate mountains
on a cold winter’s night
she is the flame that lights the fire
and Eros
well, he knows where to aim

©JGFarmer2021

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