An oldie I found, which I am revising

Aphrodisiac

We are servants of the bloody goddess;
one who emerged, drawn by hippocampus,
from the white froth, salt-scented
that edged the stinging sea.

We serve the goddess who was a gift,
dual edged; who rode in, balanced
on a skeletal clam, hovering on the
soft foam detritus of rotted fish

the last protein remnants
of drowned men. In Chaucer
she is standing, spine straight
on a bower of corpses who came

willingly, with their eyes open,
knowing what she was, underneath
all that soft, white flesh. They could smell
the dead-fish stench,

her perfume, wafting up from between
well-turned legs; see the flakes
of bone lodged in her waving hair,
and that smile, downturned,

so innocent, that hints at malice.
They ignored, as we do, all those
warning signs, the intuitions, megrims.
Is it any wonder that the symptoms

are the same? Our hearts, sped up
to bursting, rapid breathing,
sweaty palms, all of those embarrassing
fluids, and still, we call out for it,

ignoring the consequences,
ignoring the bones, our hands
outstretched and grasping,
hungry for a climax.

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About Bethany W Pope

Bethany W Pope is an award winning author of the LBA, and a finalist for the Faulkner-Wisdom Awards. Her work was listed for the Cinnamon Press Novel Competition. She received her PhD from Aberystwyth University’s Creative Writing program. Her first poetry collection, A Radiance was published by Cultured Llama Press in June. Her second collection, Persephone in the Underworld has been accepted by Rufus Books and shall be released in 2016. Her work has appeared in: Anon, Art Times, Ampersand, Blue Tattoo, Sentinel Quarterly, The Delinquent, De/Tached (an anthology released by Parthian), The Writer’s Hub, New Welsh Review, Every Day Poems, And Other Poems, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Magma, Words & Music, The Quarterly Conversation, Tears in the Fence, Ink, Sweat and Tears and Planet. Her work is due to appear in the next issues of Poetry Review Salzburg, Acumen, Pacific Poetry , Music& Literature, Anon, and The Screech Owl.

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