Aphrodite herself came
to me. With ashen skin and flowing
onyx locks that form a frame
for the cherubic portrait lying
upon her face. She took me
up in her arms and cradled me, I
was had, and then she gave me
her name, Lilith she said. And so I
began to tell her mine, yet
before I could open my lips she
softly let her finger set
upon them and then whispered to me
not to speak, she already
knew. She placed my head in the alcove
of her neck and kissed me
upon mine, right then I fell in love.