Less Like The Goddess (More Like The War It Caused)

Turning slowly

Like a leaf

Caught on a thin breath

Of air

She swayed

Arms down

Wrists out

Like a question.

 

Head tilted

Back to the sky

Dark fall of hair

Caressing curve of spine

She danced

On pointed toes

The arch of her foot

Like the perfect

Curvature

Of a crescent moon.

 

The epitome of beauty

And of grace.

Aphrodite

Born again.

And I like Paris

Handed to her

The golden apple.

Only this time

A different fruit

(My heart instead).

 

 

 

Turning slowly

Like a vengeful blade

Stuck deep

Into the bodies tissues

She swayed

Eyes dark

Lips brutally curled

Like a question

 

You really believed…?

 

 

She danced.

 

Less like the Goddess

More like the war it caused

 

Reviews

[Chirpy!]

holy crap I love your poetry.

[Beatrice Mars]

wow, you get sucked into this, it's like a dance, it flows so well. awsome title/last line. love it.