dear aphrodite (an aromantic prayer)

a poem about being aromantic in a world where romance is held up as the only path to happiness

dear aphrodite - 
         the earth is awash with
            trickling lovers
                like hummingbirds in winter;

dear aphrodite, goddess of
the reddening evening, the
             blush of sunset - 

dear aphrodite, of
   bloody hands and mattresses
                                    you know little,
          but that the blossoming red - 
always - 
          is crafted by your hand.

dear aphrodite, my love affair
      is the budding breast of a cornflower morning
      is the gently parted lips of spring prosperity
      is the dusting of blossoming poppy kisses;

dear aphrodite, blood is
           frozen in the
                 chastity of winter.

Reviews

[W.k.kortas]

I wholly concur with the wise erin-cliberto; this work has the kind of maturity in content and form that most of us never accomplish, and I would note as a disclaimer that I could barely tie my shoes at sixteen.

[Laurel Colyer]

oh wow thank you!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"blood is frozen in the chastity of winter"
wow...this whole piece is so metaphorically embroidered and sprinkled with personification that just blows me away. Sixteen? and you already write like this?
amazing...

[Laurel Colyer]

oh my god thank you!! that just made my night omg :')