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.