Love, we lie together on this atoll
where Aphrodite rose from the first foam,
moonlight glazing our Cerulean shoal
matching this Mediterranean chrome
surrounding us, mirroring our breathing
as it rises and falls, whispering myths
of how passion flamed in men, blood seething
at mere sight of her…how this monolith
where she was born blazes when she gazes
upon it. Never a child, she married
and strayed, knew jealousy, laughed at praises
as she danced when Eros and Psyche wed.
Oh, see her swaying there, love, by the stone
column, watching our bodies flow as one.
Roger Armbrust
December 31, 2008
