Emotionless
…the seething angst of lust demands
her body’s contours and dark caves
on the altar of Aphrodite deserving
unemotional dedication, like any
archon sitting up high, like any God
jealous or self-absorbed and relaxed
and truly the hierodule too will
one day sit at the big table
of the selected few, one day
she too will be named the heroine
of the goddess wasn’t she after all another
true believer? Wasn’t she too a true
little unrepentant Christian?
Manolis Aligizakis 