her fingertips laces the
strings of light from the sun
it drips down her neck
which smells of rosewater oil,
oh, majestic aphrodite,
her face glows in the dark
near the silk bed,
the candle suffices
to show her beauty,
purple hair,
you don't come in this image,
it is her and i only.

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inspired by
fragment 19, written by sappho : )
to all the sapphics out there,
i love you all!