Earthen Aphrodite

As much about love as it is about death.

My love is painted, honest and vulgar,
antiquated in its fashion,
and unclad before the eyes of true lust,
Ephemeral but true to its passion,
and the cruelty of our earthen goddess,
I am her god, sentient and unabashed,
at the sight of her sex and flirtatiousness.
My love is painted, with her dirt,
consecrated by my lascivious heart
and buried within her skirt,
And from her dirt and blood of mine,
blossoms a solemn Anemone,
fleeting but as eternally pure
and aromatic as her wine.