That feminine energy

Think about myths involving Aphrodite. They’re not just stories of how attractive she is (but that’s true too). She’s smart and emotional and knows how to turn a situation to suit her needs.

Aphrodite is with you when you love someone, but also when you’re so angry you can barely speak. When you’re so excited about a subject that you’re going to burst if you don’t tell someone. When you’re so happy about a new outfit that nothing can phase you.

Aligena - Sea Born

Ambologera - She Who Postpones Old Age

Anaduomene - Rising from the Sea

Androphonos - Killer of Men

Anosia - Unholy

Apostrophia - She Who Turns Herself Away

Areia - of Ares

Basilis - Queen

Eleemon - Merciful

Enoplios - Bearing Weapons

Epipontia - On the Sea

Epitragidia - She Upon the Buck

Epitumbidia - She Upon the Graves

Euplois - Fair Sailing

Genetullis - Genetrix

Heteira - Courtesan

Kallipugos - of the Beautiful Buttocks

Kallisti - the Fairest

Khruse - Golden

Kupris - Cyprian

Kuprogenes - Cyprus-born

Kuthereia - Kytherean

Melainis - Black

Morpho - Shapely

Ourania - Heavenly

Pandemos - of All People

Pasiphaessa - the Far-Shining

Pelagia - of the Sea

Philomeides - Laughter-Loving

Porne - Fleshy; Prostitute

Skotia - Dark

Summakhia - Ally in War

Tumborukhos - Gravedigger

I am trusting him to fail at sometime,

Slip up so I can convinctly slip out

Without clawing hearts out.

Why is it that Aphrodites knows

My weak spot, what darkness

To draw up daydreams from.

She knows the mortal hearts

Weakness for the scene

Of greener grass, imaged,

Fantasize only in space alone.

She knows how to make us lean

Away from a place of security

With the belief that love

Will turn up if one continues

To turn her back when one man lacks

What she has conjured up in her mind

To be perfection, the ultimate dream.

She takes the heart & flops it between

Two opposing sides, each holding charm.

She turns men into the figs on the tree

Making women moan beneath the branches

Begging for the right fruit to rippin

& fall right into our palm.

We women pray for Hera

To appear with golden doves.

The name of the man made for us scrawled

on the parchment tied with ribbon

To the talon of the soft bird.

The devil can sight verse

& the voices in my head

have begun to mimic the gods.

I stare at steady, I kiss him on the lips.

I think of the unknown & wonder

Which will feel more of the cold

People assumed I did not love my husband that I cheated on him because he was ugly; lesser the truth is he was always beautiful and I always loving but never meant to belong to just one

They portray me as valley girls blonde big tits naked pink yielding young and lazy always listless waiting

yet I spent my youth busy being in lust with the oceans and the earth I came home with dirt on my knees and sea salt in my hair a belly full of cactus fruit

I grew fond of apples and emeralds fell in love with doves and bulls the symmetry and aysemmtry of all things

I was absorbed with appreciation I worshipped trees and whales the way ravens change colors when the sun kisses them

I enjoyed sex copulation masturbation orgies of magnitude love making the musk of man the taste of woman long bubble baths posing in art galleries, on altars listening to philosophers and poets grasping for truth-

And I am old now oldest of the gods still living and still in love with my work I find little pleasure in boredom I have more house calls than all my peers combined everyone desires love

Yet still the press diminishes me I know I shouldn’t let it get to me but- me who fights more ruthlessly than War sleeps with more women than Zeus himself comforts more children then Hera.

aphrodite moodboard 💕🌸

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