Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney

Aphrodite Justicar

There is an awful silence in Love's court
each time that you return. Curtsy or bow
because that is polite. You tremble now.
This will not be as easy as you thought.

A voice reads out your record. You betrayed
one love by leaving her, and one by not.
You lied to one, talked sentimental rot
until you bored another. Be afraid

be certain that the sentence will be just.
You will get what you want; you'll also get
the bits of past affairs that you forget
recut and reconfigured. Eat sour dust

that's what you sowed. Or find a lover's kiss
and know Love's mercy sentenced you to this.
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