Aphrodite Rising


In the audience,
the eyes of the astonished shells.

My body is water,
voluminous, untamed.

My body is light,
craved, dazzling, an enigma.

My body is sand,
flowing upwards through the hourglass,
filling me, pushing me into lucid air,
bathing me with transparence,
gushing me into perfection,
sculpting me free.

I am becoming a goddess.
I am rising.


 © Nora Nadjarian

From  "Cleft in Twain"

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