The Baths of Aphrodite, a poem by Brian Johnstone. It was to picnic, grace these woods. A belly round and moulded as a loaf,. Her locks, these burnished leaves. That drift in every crack. We taste her in these waters. Streaming from the rock,. From the basin of our hands. What custom has strung up here.

Than be successful and loved for lying to you. I miss more than I hit, fail more than succeed. But find me with timid souls, that day will never be. I am no timid soul. I will rise like a lion bold. We have had enough words here. Enough of all these things we speak.

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