Friday, September 25, 2009

Long-Lost Loves Remembered

The breeze caressed
The cupped breasts of the hills.
The golden sun
Like potent Zeus
With lusty embrace
and passionate desire
Made love with holy joy
To willing earth.
It was a day of long-lost loves

The night was soft
Like a young maiden’s thighs.
Perfumed like the
Breath of a child.
Luminous like
The green eyes of a panther
In readiness to jump
Upon its prey.
It was a night of long-lost loves
The mirror looked at me and said,
Unhappy mortal that you are
In love with Aphrodite.

With deep amusement I replied,
You must be mad there is no such
Thing as Aphrodite.

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