The beautiful Aphrodite

A brush of foundation

paints over her spotted face,

a streak of contour

sharpens her too round cheeks 

a stroke of eye shadow 

brigthens her dull eyes as

a smear of lipstick

colorize her pale lips.  

As she stares at her work of art

she raises the can

and sets the mask on her grotesque face.

For she is beauty. 

She is Aphrodite.