(Modern Myths) My Lady Lover: Lesbian Aphrodite

Thu, 08/22/2019 - 21:37 -- AlanaF

How sickly sweet is my lover

A sinful candy, pink like her lips that soothe my questioning mind


Her hand is smooth as it puts my hair in place but uncenters my heart 


She looks at me with an ultimate knowing, yet I am unaware what she knows


Does she know that her kindness fills my heart with yearning for what I have never had 


Does she know that I hide her name in my tears


Does she know I am fearful of the dreadful monster I am, as I hide the fact that I love my dear friend

Aphrodite more than my mother could dare to be witness to


More than I thought I would ever allow myself to 


Does she know the burden her beauty places on me, when I spend every day thinking about her underneath the pages of every book

Or in my own mirror reflection 


“Why do you look at me that way?”


Her tone changes but her eyes don’t


“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“But you do.”


What do you know? 


“Do you know how beautiful you are.”


My all-knowing goddess 


An aphrodisiac that would ignite a love for myself through my love of being a her with her

This poem is about: 
My community


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