Lynn Roberts: Aphrodite Explains The Unfortunate Affair With Ares



It was just flirting. It was very slight.
We met one evening in a clouded bar;
he was the sort of man I liked on sight –
we’d have some fun; we wouldn’t go too far.

We met one evening in a clouded bar;
he bought me wine and I bought him champagne.
We’d have some fun; we wouldn’t go too far
as I was married – I made that quite plain.

He bought me wine and I bought him champagne.
He was a soldier, home on leave, he said,
and I was married, I made that quite plain –
I wouldn’t let my heart control my head.

He was a soldier – home on leave, he said
(he was extremely tall and fit and strong);
I wouldn’t let my heart control my head,
although my heart glissandoed in a song.

He was extremely tall and fit and strong
(my husband’s strong – although he’s rather lame);
he made my heart glissando in a song;
I only meant to have a little game.

My husband’s strong – although he’s rather lame;
he works a forge, a man of soot and iron.
I only meant to have a little game;
I never meant to stir a sleeping lion.

He works a forge, a man of soot and iron,
but still he seemed to see my secret heart;
I never meant to stir a sleeping lion –
I thought I’d kept my different lives apart.

He seemed to see into my secret heart.
He found us one day – it had gone some way;
I thought I’d kept my different lives apart;
they touched, and it no longer seemed like play.

He found us one day – it had gone some way.
He caught us in a pixel-woven maze;
we touched – but it no longer seemed like play:
he filmed us – for his friends to see, he says.

He caught us in a pixel-woven maze –
it was just flirting; it was very slight.
He filmed us – for his friends to see, he says!
. . . and he had been a man I’d liked, on sight.