divertissements | titled biology.

“Slender Aphrodite,” she quotes Sappho, knowing the goddess is more than a mythical tale, a symbol, a picture. She is the presence of fondness in the cavity wherein Claude’s heart rests, she is the beat and tremble of that very heart, she is the blood pulsating fast through her veins when Isabelle bares her breast or inner thigh. Aphrodite is Claude’s altogether present love for the female form, for the female figure. She is a word Claude writes on paper, yes, but at the same time she exceeds her own name, becoming part of the human anatomy. “I’ve been overcome.”