Asking Aphrodite

What did you think as the net rose?
Were you shielded from laughing eyes?
Were you assured that it was love?
Did the onlookers get what they came for?
Do you still lie awake at night, all these eons later?
Does the golden net ever break?
Do you ever fall free from it?
Do you ever wash away the threads,
or do they stick to your skin like needles forever?
Does the golden net ever cling to you,
in its ghostly grip as you grasp for something?
Anything.
Does the golden net still haunt you?
Are all those afflicted stuck there, too?
Are we all in the golden net?