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To Pretend to Be Mortal

Aphrodite and Anchises

By KBPublished 5 months ago Updated 5 months ago 1 min read
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Floating in on a bed of Gold

Radiance gleaming

From head to toe,

*

“Could this be true?”

He asks,

“Could it possibly be you?”

*

The question to her appears

With much worry and doubt

Not sure how to make this clear.

*

He briskly continues,

“If you are Aphrodite,

I’ll build you a church and pew.”

*

“I’m sorry, Anchises, I’m not her,”

She goes on,

“No, I am just a mere daughter.”

*

Unwilling to return blue,

Anchises questions,

“I see…but a daughter of who?”

*

Hesitatingly Aphrodite speaks,

“A noble family in Phrygia.”

She turns away with rosy cheeks.

*

Walking closer, he utters,

“I don’t know you, but

I see…I see your colors.”

*

Anchises lifts her chin,

“You are sparkling silver,

I can see it in your grin…”

*

“...You sure leave me

With lots of clues. No matter,

As long as we can be.”

*

“Anchises,” she declares,

“And you, sir, are built with

The comforting fur of lions and bears.”

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