Aphrodite of Milos: An Execution Of Love, In Marble.

Under turgidtackytrite moon and pinpointpedantic stars

She contemplated the currency of feelings . . .

And the advantages of arms.

Except, she didn’t –


She felt.



Empty eyes

Hide motions of mind

And heart stored in clandestine cache

Inside that wooden crate of precious armaments.

So, she did safely swear by lucidlylackinglovers moon.


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