Aphrodite Shrieks (Theory Dynamics in Fractal Flesh) (J. Armstead)

Love is a force, a cosmic energy,
Like the radiance of the sun
and like the perpetual pull
of gravity.
Love, a preset integer group,
knows no bounds
within the circumscribed subset
of random numeric ranges.

In the distant past,
they gave it a human face
and they gave it a name
and they made of it a
collection of paradoxes that
reflect the inadequacies of
the human condition.

The made Love a Goddess.
They called her "Venus",
called her
Aphrodite,
(because "Betty" or "Lois"
were already taken
by giddy transvestite
Prometheans).

Vainly, they tried to
make the unknowable
knowable.
Veinly, the elemental elixir
rushing through their hearts
seeks definition.   

F= E(2m/c + a)/D where D equals Destiny,
and F equals the force of love.

Love has design, it has form,
It has character,
It has purpose,
and, frighteningly,
it has its enmities.

Aristotle said
that “Wicked men obey from fear;
good men, from love”,
and the people
selling books-on-tape sex manuals
say they can guarantee
vaginal orgasm every time,
but the truth is,
as Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe said,
“If I love you, what business is it of yours?”

And so we alter the formula: F/(2m/c +a ) =  E/D,
where F equals the force of love
and E is the subset of Expectations.

At some point or another,
the goddess
has touched us all,
Seeking to enoble us,
lift us
from the pig-trough of
Our soul-numbing daily routines,
Fuel within us the strength
to endure the little
humiliations
and
catastrophes
that come on us just
from being alive.

Lightning strikes, the
raw unleashed energy
of the hidden heavens,
and we become enamored of a
voice, a face, the shy sweet
smile on a pair of lush lips,
the bounty of a well-formed
body, the turn of a leg,
the smell
of their hair
on our pillow...

Aphrodite has a spine of battleship steel
and a touch like a cattle-prod,
and it's always best to wear your
rubber bodysuit and spiked collar
when she decides its time
to shake things up in your life.

The lady has a definite kink, a dark streak.
Might as well get your money's worth.

The formula mutates,
Suddenly multiply by 1/F
where the fraction is known to be 0.67
and make the equation divisible
by Pi to the fourth decimal place.
Solve for the value of "2m"
where "m" equals
the entrapment of gravity.
Remember the proverb
"Love laughs at locksmiths".

Aphrodite knocks back a Cerveza
and
a beer-chaser,
and
kicks up her heels
at an old heavy metal song
playing
loudly on the bar's jukebox.

Dancing with wild abandon,
the old girl starts
to wave her arms
and shriek,
cutting loose...

Lightning sprays the room.

The equation
gets erased
from off
the blackboard.

--- fini ---

Comments

[bobbi]

This is fantastic.
You have earned the right to "fini"
"the entrapment of gravity"
your ability to write this out/ how it is:
great!!

[aurora]

Impressive stuff, Joseph.

[Felicia]

You had me from "Love is a force". Bravo!

[Matt]

Good one.

[janet lynn davis]

Original and captivating.

[David Herrle]

I'm a sucker for contextual anecdotes, gut "mathematics", and reworked mythology, Joseph. Thanks!