A blond curl In three shades of red light On her cheeksAt her waist Back splashedThe laurels of victoryEtched on Her breastIt’s Sept 13 25 We had 2 margaritas One red One blue Sour as Sin
Let me tell you About the ancient priestesses Of Kybele To her goddess She dedicatedHer sexTestes trisectedDrums drivenTo ward off theLion
Dec 26 25There is a manBehind her shoulderA bit blurryHe’s smilingHerA red curlIn three shades ofBlonde lightAt her elbowOn her crownBack splashedThe eye on her armDripDrippingThe waffles hereWere covered inMora
Everything we knowAbout these womenWas writtenBy men Who hated UsGenuciusInheritedBut was ruled ineligibleDue to her lack ofTestesHer’sIs the only name we have
Pink this TimeHer favorite imageMay 23 26Three ShadesA Golden Picture framesHer back splashedTassels of yellow cornHer chin restingLightlyOn her handThe moth’s eye GreenI recallThe arequpie Sandwiched between2 browniesOne kiss
She worshipsA Goddess of LoveAgdistis was bornWith 2 sexesToo powerfulThe Gods abhorredTrisected her TestesSeededIt grewInto Attis
AgdistisNow Kybele, the mother Falls in love with Herself Attis Betrothed to another Her Heart asunderCity as Her crown Drives madnessInto everyone
Her gazeIn three shades of DaylightMeeting my eyes Piercing my heart Back splashed Oct 11 25 Her birthdaySmile like sunshine on my skin The beetle’s eye Blue 2 chocolatesOne coffee here wasEspecially strong
This worshipIs a little Like madnessFalling in love With myself Though you Mythologizing our love story Like only the finest of SapphicsLeaving a testament A record A mark In our own wordsWe lived and we loved and we ExistedHer name is Rox