A Mediterranean Odysseum
I once had an epic lover
of Olympian splendour
Nightly she would come to me
as the lustful goddess, Aphrodite
Lost in her insatiable pleasure
I was driven completely crazy
Yet by the break of dawn
she would miraculously transform
into Athena, the born again virgin
… Zeus’s warlike daughter
with her divinity fully intact
in a vesuvian rage, and ready to attack
Her Bronze Age Wisdom
wielded as a deadly weapon
Was I just her Troy Boy to be used
and then abandoned come the morning?
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The Reluctant Poet 