/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

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...

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

They all broke her heart

She finds herself, alone without love
without trust

and the feeling of being nothing

special for no one

Being used by the whole world
but not sincerely loved

Never trust anyone

A constant heartbreak and emptiness

Draining her ressources

Unable to give love again
Weighting the words she uses
The trust she gives
Never letting herself go

Being afraid to be abandoned again

The Ghost Goddess

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