The Gods Will Adapt: Aphrodite

She teeters on the edge of her bar stool 
scouting out beautiful people
for her friends 
and self

You barely know her 
but you’re crying on her shoulder
instead of taking another shot
because somehow she knew he left you

Her red lips are wrapped around a straw
as she listens to your woes
and you feel yourself forgetting what was wrong
when her eyes catch yours

She’s leading your hands towards her hips
and you’re on the dance floor
swaying, praying, living for this moment

She takes you home
where all night
she whispers the sweet nothings
he never told you

In the morning,
she kisses your forehead
leaving the light trace
of her still-perfect lipstick

You don’t ask her name

Instead, you are grateful
that she loved you for a night and gave you hope
that somebody else will love you again