what do you see?
Aphrodite’s daughter
the art-nouveau lines
of her shoulders and thighs
turn your startled breath into a monument
she smiles so sweetly
her voice pierces through your brain
she must be a demon
how else would you explain
the longing she pours into your dreams
the angst strangling your throat
in a suppressed scream
no, that doesn’t feel right
no, you can’t lose your mind
and so you break away
scared
what do you see?
if you could only know
inside the bust of stone
under the smirk of feigned confidence
masking anxiety with utmost competence
her heart yearns and calls
for a playfully audacious soul
who finally understands
who takes the effort to explore
the depths of her imagination
the dreamland of her inner world
she craves to share with you
like two kids, so euphoric and pure
we could forget our fears
and for a moment
simply be
be free
but you will never take the risk
on the high horse of your fragile masculinity
proud and detached like some kind of divinity
Ares armored in calculated disdain
you’re safe
and so we stay
victorious in our game
too conceited to take the first step
we overlook the modern dating scene
from an imaginary peak
oh yes, we’re the Olympian Gods
unfeeling
unhurt
alone