and aphrodite areia stepped

depleted back into kytheran waters

dissolving her spear

in the seafoam

of   the   low   tide

lapping at her shins

her shoulders freed of a load

but   her   heart

weighed down

without bronze armor

did her throat close on

her war cry did she bruise

when it was ripped from her

leaving only her love

did the price of being

pandemos   urania   philomedes

and so much more

suffocate her

Harrison Bloom