Aphrodite

In the late darkness of June

we sought our lots in a sea 

of warm cotton and down

The pattering on the panes stopped,

We fell still, our faces turned stern.

Your amber eyes pierced me,

gifting a vision of Aphrodite:

offspring of crashing thunder and waves,

hair wild, salt soaked,

immortal flesh rising from foam,

birthing mortal desires

In this poem

Although I do not know where you are

I imagine you laughing, being good

Promising yourself again and again

That you will prevail regardless

In this way I conjure your presence

In this way I hold you near

Kiss your forehead, touch your cheeks

We are fast friends with a future here

Naming the things we love

Calling each other forth by name

Believing in the fluid truth of words

Promising to commune among the lines

Allowing no full stop to mark the fictions of desire