Aphrodite of Cyrene

O goddess shrouded in mystery,
have you ever seen your face,
or shown it to us humans?
do you know what shade
your enchanting eyes were
or how luscious your lips
must have been?
perhaps, your beauty was stunning
enough to turn men into stone
with a single glance to break them.
were your arms meant to hold, or were they
outstretched, enticing, beckoning the
wayward mortal into your embrace?
did you hold your head high
so you could watch, with scorn,
us humans from your pedestal?
or was it bowed low, paying homage to
the sea which rushed forth
to give you life?
cloaked in naked incompleteness,
the enigma in you
brings out your beauty.