The Used Lover Blues (2)

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?

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