The Pearls of Aphrodite

I.

In the horizon I see the pearls nestled behind your pink silk lips.

Your hair,

Caramel fire burning on The Throne of Aphrodite.

Your eyes,

Axinite rooted in the soil of the moon that frees my shadow.

These images I see before I sleep and when I wake.

II.

Dawn approaches and I gaze upon the amber horizon.

The air has a warm breeze that reminds me of your touch.

The waves bombard a rock in the cool sand.

A single droplet followed and ran down its face.

Oh, my Rock, if you are crying hold on to me.

Later in the night, the thunder howls and I think of your laugh.

This I find serenity in.

III.

The moon beams down, writing a love song to the Atlantic.

In it, I see the pearls nestled behind your pink silk lips.

A fire blazes on an island opposite me in a distant horizon.

The embers screamed:

GO TO HER!

I built a raft made out of the bark of the coconut trees,

the sail made out of the cloth of my shirt.

The smoke dispersed into the night sky,

reflecting off of the moon into the sail.

Your eyes…

The pearls nestled behind your pink silk lips are my North Star.

The raft passes the island and the fire douses.

Aphrodite, I welcome your embrace.