Emotionless
The seething angst of lust spreading
unwillingly over hierodule’s skin
unaccustomed to feeling emotion, unable
to participate in the lovemaking
she had only to provide, a vessel
she was at the altar of Aphrodite
a useful female at the pleasure of
men visiting, men always visit a
temple standing by the hillside, men
always seeking the seething lust
in burning flesh of the hierodule
who performs her duty to the lustful
Goddess asking for nothing but
their due honor as free servants,
no royalties paid or asked for, no
penalties charged on unappreciative
males who cared about their satisfaction
and left the pleasure of female
or her Goddess to the hands of
elements scheming their revolution
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?
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