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.”
About the Creator
KB
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