/æfɹəˈdaɪti/




Knidian Aphrodite sculpted by Praxiteles, first fully naked sculpture of the history, represented ashamed of her body,
hiding her sex. She was popular to be virtual female fantasy. 



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              Hiding behing the goddess

                                                                                                                      I saw a woman sleeping in a place that looked like my room but yet, everything was different
                                                                                                                          It was dark. It was like a black and white photograph with a lot of grain in the atmosphere
                                                                                                                                                           I could see that she had brown long hair, dressed in black without a face
                                                                                                                                                                     I felt my body lying next to her, floating and moving away faster
                                                                                                                                                                                                           and faster, pulled away by an invisible force
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I wanted to scream but couldn't
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    I kept moving away and wanted to shout
I opened my eyes and it was gone
  The lights in my room replaced this image


       

Scallop shell in the inside, looks like a woman’s labia                ketis - Greek     


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Viens à moi depuis la Crète en ce temple de pureté.
                            Ici ton aimable bocage de pommiers,
et les autels embaumés des fumées de l’encens. (...)

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Sappho


                                                                                           She is not the choosen one
                                                                        She is the liked one but never loved
                                        She is the good friend, a little bit crazy and possessive
She is the one spending time alone, frustrated, sad that can’t trust anyone
                        Because you fooled her
because she’s so nice but not enough
                    She is the cursed person
                    The demoniac woman
The Succubus
                            The cursed goddess
            that should hide her figures
                            but shows her body
                                She is a point in the dark that gives hope
                                                                               To other’s love
                                           She is the one betrayed and broken
                                                     but that no one wants to heal
     The one who doesn’t know how to love
                        But how is she suppose to do
    with all the locked up love she has inside of her
                                                               She can’t be a sun when the light is burning her
                                                                    and only the moonlight is caressing her skin
  Look, I’m the cursed goddess
with lily and roses painted on my body





Aphrodite, my love
My solitude goddess
My unloved alter-ego


Empty Silence

the sound of the wind 
the music from the waves crushing on rocks
rythms of the rain drops on the grass

Every sounds disappear but I can still hear your breath
warm & humid
the movements of your chest when you sleep still rest.
And I imagine your skin...















Near by shone Kypris, shedding drops of beauty on the bright bronze.
She appeared bare-breasted, gathering a robe about her rounded thighs,
her locks bound with a golden veil...

        I saw another high-born golden Aphrodite, naked and radiant.
        Upon her breasts, hanging from her neck, fell in coils her flowing girdle...

    I was again amazed at the third golden Aphrodite,
    her hips shaded by a cloak. Her twisted girdle hung
    loosely about her breasts, and in that girdle her beauty floated. 


                                                                                        The Greek Anthology Christodoros
                                                                                        of Egypt describing sculptures of
                                                                                        Aphrodite in the baths of Zeuxippos


Your forbidden presence
So close to my heart
And again
Rains drops burns my skin
Tonight
Roses thorns cut me to the bone
Blood is running through my fingers
To my elbow

I forget a lifetime of sorrow
Drinking my black cursed blood
Nyx will escort me in her house
With her son
Thanatos/death