now that im not chained down, i can see endless beauty again.
so many gorgeous women,
my eyes feast well.
i am drowsy as they strut the streets,
the many everlasting goddesses.
sometimes i wish that the new Aphrodite would curl her arms around me,
whoever she may be.
as much as i am joyed that i can see these pieces of art again,
i am deeply saddened.
as long as there is no goddess to stroke my hair in the late hours of the night,
or brush the dark thoughts away with the back of her palm,
there is no more heaven on earth.
daringly, she brought prosperity to my land,
but once it stopped benefiting her own higher agenda she rolled her eyes to the back of her head.
horns sprouted a deep crimson,
it looked like a trail of warm blood.
the lady stood there silently as the color dripped to the floor,
once the puddle had formed she curled her lips upwards.
a mocking smile.
there is no more heaven on earth.
