Aphrodite Ink

Submersed in the well of her truth, shedding the unexceptional assemblage of daylight armour A felicity enveloped newness alters her course To rise in the stain of Aphrodites tattoo Naked but for the ink of her blistering lessons Poetess crawls from the tigers den shadow marked in legends of pasts seasoning design branded with emblems of black angel visions She is risen on a thorn laden memory the black of the ink stain echo an ordinary woman riding atop a hawks wing day after night, after day breaking dawn She becomes Aphrodite Ink