Adonis and Aphrodite
You are my Adonis;
rippling, marble body
perfect in its beauty.
I am hardly Aphrodite –
more like Medusa –
withering stares turning everyone to stone.
master of perfection,
your gaze shatters my stone prison –
makes me feel like that Goddess who loved Adonis and no other
without heartache for losing him
after warning him not to hunt one day.
Just one day.
Like I beg you to be careful
when you do what you do when you do what you do.
I am forever fretting that I will weep over your broken body one day, too.
That would kill me.
For the little resemblance my face holds to Hers,
I am nothing like her, at all, in immortality.
But you –
you are Adonis in every way but name
and I shall play your fool –
divine comedy –
Aphrodite in my dreams,
or in the forest,
anywhere you rest your beautiful head.
R. L. Elke
© Aug 5/17 prompt 15