Aphrodite

Reading HER comments to HIS nuggets of wisdom, HE came up with the words so many times being reechoed, highly vibrating intelligence:

“Arguing with some people is like playing chess with pigeons. They come over, knock down the pieces, shit on the board and strut about like they won anyway…”

And so HE kept bread-crumbing HER 

For years

Naming it

“Divine love that of an emperor”

Not naked

Just blind

To the charioteer

 

Herself

 

Never playing chess

Unlike the wizards caught

Within 

Their very own mirage