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Laïs to Aphrodite
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35 lAïS To AphrodiTe They call you the laughing one Aphrodite, honey woman I suppose because you laugh when our hearts crack like red eggs and we want to die but you keep us on our knees, hoping, trying— well I am hurt and angry, you are aware I have adored you all my life sometimes lounging in fur and kohl sometimes as a beggarly hag for I recognized you in that poor disguise and when the clock threw her arms in the air and I threw my legs around the moon you climbed inside me like the surge of a wave I could ride, I could sail, and anyone I kissed I was kissing you—whom I fear I will never see again, never kiss again ...