Aphrodite’s robes I found pure.
Like a crisp breeze she walks.
Like the sunshine, she glows.
She dances to Apollo’s song,
As Artemis – like Esau- hunts.
An amazon woman: her beauty
is raw as her curves are sharp.
In chase, she moves by dance.
Her dress is made of bushes,
Her hair is the color of fire,
Her eyes are like the earth.
Together we take drink of
Dionysus press. Drunk with love,
We win Hera’s and Zeus’s
Blessing, as Demeter gives rewards.
Copyright © 2010 Leslie Alexis
Leslie Alexis
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