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| Written by Lisa Jain Thompson | |
| Tuesday, 05 December 2006 | |
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Phases
by Sappho Completed by L. J. Thompson
Mother, my muse, I'm sorry,
But I can't work my weaving tonight, For my sweet Aphrodite Has killed my magic With her love for that boy over there. She's overwhelmed with lust
For his little toy And her need to be filled with children. Such a silly girl sometimes.
She knows very well
I can fill her desires And that her and I are family. There's no need for her to marry, You can have babies without the shackles. But for now, she has left me wordless
And I must wait for her once again. Copyright Sappho 300 B. C. E. and Lisa Jain Thompson 1998 C.E. |
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