Aphrodite

I.

Somewhere lost
in your blue eyes
I swim
In a current
That pulls me within you.
Dear Siren,
Your song has
Drawn me into the
Whirlpool
And while I realize
I cannot breathe water
Your lips will
Sweeten the soft
Darkness.

II.

While people ache for
Greed
yearning for the touch of Midas
to fulfill their empty lives
My fingers are
content with
spun silk,
Flaxen,
Honey-coloured
Bliss.

III.

And now I am consumed
in my visage of you
my body aching
burning
needing
To feel
you
Within my mind.

IV.

I want you
to be
the last thing
I taste.