Aphrodite

Your hair was the quiet fortress of dawn
Its shadow caught by the sun’s rays,
Held in scarlet rivulets which glistened
Blood-red against the slumbering sky.

Our abode was the hushed wind
Whispering its message across the trees
The dreary goodbye of coffee shops and midnight dream hovels.

The day Athena left you, there was only Aphrodite
Lost in her sea, Birthed of seashell bliss.
Our nocturnal reflections kissed
And flew over the twilight mountains.

Slowly we beheld the august apparitions
Beneath disappearing, autumnal rains,
The unconscious desire for summer’s warmth
Burning in the secluded magnetism of your gaze.