Altar of Aphrodite
Remember when we would be
driving around the city
looking for new
twists and turns-
pleading with the gods to
compel something amazing to happen?
a wish, a kiss in front of the marquee
our names in print for saving the world from itself.
The gods would say “how fortunate to have them there.
so brilliant, so lovely to the core.
She loves him but he doesn’t see.
He loves her but she doesn’t see.”
We kept driving away from the sunrise
almost in a maniacal way to keep
the night from ending
before we had to forsake all for a
wish, a dream under the starshine
drunk on too much merlot in a box
that we didn’t really enjoy
because we spent all of our money on gas
and buying a goldfish on a whim.
You offered to drive for awhile
and I saw a look that I hadn’t seen before.
Aphrodite saw it months ago of course
-lovesick . . . devoted
and also with a small amount of fear
that I would drain you of being yourself
by forcing you to kneel
at the altar of Aphrodite.
The thunderbolt had been thrown
in the most graceful way.
It could not be undone
My heart continues to be still –
blinded by the glitter of
one streetlight gaze
Poetry Maybe #22 – https://www.wattpad.com/1165394971-poetry-maybe-altar-of-aphrodite