
An Aegean Odysseum (Redux)
Once I had lover
of Olympian splendour
Nightly she would come to me
as the goddess Aphrodite
in a full blown frenzy
of insatiable desire
Lost in her lustful pleasure
I was driven half crazy
(Aphrodite being half human)
Yet at the break of dawn
she’d miraculously transform
into Athena
Zeus’s warlike daughter
the born again virgin
with her divinity fully intact
all pent up
in a vesuvian rage
and ready to attack
Her bronze age wisdom
wielded as a deadly weapon
Was I just her Troy Boy to be used
and then abandoned come the morning?