With a girl like Aphrodite
it's easy to forget each touch
is only visceral. Let her
squeeze your lemon, and you'll go home
with the juice in a paper cut.
Kiss her, she tastes of broken glass
and promises, a cold gray ash
upon your tongue. But each adieu
only brings her that much closer
to burning you alive again.
Aphrodite is a goddess
in heat. Tell her, "I can't see you
anymore," she nods and smiles.
Everyone knows why love is blind.