Dear Aphrodite,

Dear Aphrodite,

These ears are meant to listen,

to songs blow from your lips, my

Lyre cries Love unforgotten

when your touch is in steady grip.

Like ocean waves, I rave of foam -

blowing from beneath your form,

Soft and smooth, how winds return you

to Olympus like Eastern sun.

Silk - Fleshed Statuette,

You will learn my desperate yearn,

to be raindrops on your skin,

that can feel the hills - and fill the holes -

cratering your body's beautiful limbs.

You are my every star,

and if you're far,

let our moon

carry our hearts,

into our gaze of the starry night,

to rekindle

in shared sight, a

Lost Love

brighter than my light...

Forever Dreaming,

- Apollo