The Lore of Aphrodite

Soft waters rising,

From the heat

Of her dangling breast

She is an ancient lore,

Sung as if in vain.

The dews are diamonds,

Of her sinewy eyes

Was our conquest of love?

Made for each other’s origin,

Like the origin of an ocean.

Oh goddess, my naked inundations,

Fires my sprinkling blood

The spell of necromancy

Your eyes have occult powers,

Of an oceanic siren.

I can ne’er find,

A Hermione beauty

Beauty that can cause

Instant death,

Can your kiss kill me?

Sidharth P K

India