Emperor Caligula declared war on Poseidon and ordered his soldiers to thrust their spears into random, threatening, foaming waves.
i approach wearing only a gauntlet.
i slap her pale cheek with the heavy glove creating a small, bloody crack in her perfection.
i remove the violent hand covering.
naked, i toss it, and it lands on the cutting, shell’s edge.
offended, she tries to pierce my eye with her slave cupid’s arrow.
refusing to be blinded by love’s aggression, i duck my head and spit in her navel cavern,
i pounce on her and intertwine my legs with hers.
i indian leg wrestle her.
i flip that bitch.
she offers no wishes. she is a defeated goddess not a genie.
she offers to answer one prayer.
“venus, please bring him back to me even if he never loves me or recognizes me. i just want to see his face one more time. i just want to breathe in the molecules that once caressed him.”
she smiles enchantment and answers, “no.”
i murder her and eat her hoping to take on her immortal soul.
she, like me and other women of sea origin, was soulless.
i eat love and am still empty.