You’re always lying in bed
Lonely as a stone in the mouth
Of a river, clothed in moon-glow
& slime weed. With Aphrodite
On your mind, in the heart, she
Left her shape singing among lily
Shoots & hairy tubers. Aeolic
Sighs carved into flesh
& stone, with hold & release,
The longing scent of prey
Draws the huntress three steps
Closer with each held breath.
Disrobed beneath Pleiades,
Goose-fleshed in your silken
Sarcophagus, you still lust after
Every mirror a reflection bathed in.
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