Aphrodite · Poetry and Prose

Dearest Aphrodite, My goddess, my lady, Adorned in pearls, throned in gold My lovers speak your name as they cry out in ecstacy They know you in between my thighs.  And I see your radiance as I’m taken to your heights Let my lovers know it’s you, it’s you, it’s you It’s always you

Blog · hermes

Hermes always remained a mystery to me. He’s there, he speaks to me, but I feel like I miss a huge chunk of him.  Be it middle class privilege or living in suburbia, I’ve rarely used public transport. Spending money on fare seemed to me like spending money on weed: nessicary, but bypass able. Until… Continue reading