Thursday, May 14, 2020

Untitled (14 May 2020)

Eros and Aphrodite drifted just outside Pyrgos, their gangways tying them together. Eros's low belly hung heavily from its tethers, anchored in space by gravity alone. Normally, it was the bait, but here, hanging near the port, it was resupplying the other ship.

To look at them, one would never call them twins, and though in truth they never sailed the eight winds together, they were often inseparable. While Aphrodite hid in the vastness of the sky, Eros trundled along, barely dreaming of touching the clouds. Mother and son spanned air and earth, and though one would sometimes fall, they would always rise together.