ebony hair and dark complexion
liquid swaing hips, sad pouting lips
with the stone stare of the lions
we live atop mount zion
we were Gods!
her, Aphrodite I, Hephaestus
then in a flash
the image is lost.
my godess grasping life beside me
her essence oozing from her pores each passing moment
delicately she devours every tinkling breath
truly I am alone.
envious of no one but a younger me
no longer does adonnis stare back at me from my magical mirror
Now an old man sits and toothlessly taunts me!
a much different picture than I expected I must admit.
horror and anguish fill the crevaces of my rotten mind
what have I become?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem