And Then She Kissed Me
I met Aphrodite
At prison doors
She carried moonlight in her eye
And smelled of rotting flowers
Around her finger-s
Grew vines made of roses
When I shook her hand
I was torn apart by thorns
I cried out in anger:
'My Goddess why have you forsaken me? '
She reached with her index
And touched my wounds
smeared my blood on her lips
Then she kissed me.
As I backed away
My face went pale
'What was that? '
'I let you taste your sadness.'
'I think I liked it'
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