Adonis,

Your body is rendered of my adoration

My heavy exhalations crest the waves of your golden hair

The bubbling spring of my eyes

rest upon the earthy shore of yours

and the flutter of my lashes weighs your heavy lids

My passions hollow the curve of your spine

My hands carve the classical sculpture of your muscles

I kiss creation of space between pronounced bone structures

risen from my fingers

Skin slipped upon them by the heat of my palms

My breasts build your beautiful hands

My nipples erect the temples of your fingertips

to be their place of worship

My sense of smell stole your scent from star-crossed past-lives

and laid it upon you for my olfactory satisfaction

Sweet life breathed into your God-like form

from whispers that caress your gentle heart

and paint the smile of your soft lips

Adonis,

You sleep, angelic

Face softened by our intimacy

All signs of furrow erased from your brow

in a single shudder

Your chest rises and falls

to the rhythm of my unfaultering love

While I float in a turbulent lucidity

on the tide of your sacred heartbeat

I daydream myself a Myrrh tree

Bark, like ribs, cracked open

and you tumble from my trunk

Your callow, dewy uncover

lying peaceful beneath my watch

While I stand tall, filleted

Raw barrenness and palpable unrest

Adonis,

How I long to be your Aphrodite

and steal your love away, covet your beauty

and make you my own precious possession

But my desire disturbs your concession

My frantic arms have no strength to hold you

My porcelain skin shatters under the weight of imagined rejection

Your unattended lips smolder

and will seek heat from other sources

While mine purse in anticipation

Adonis,

Born of my love, or lust

or impatience to feel totality

My eyes paint you picture perfect in memory

while I view this moment through splintered window pane

You are a statue in my Eden

not an angel in my bed

And I am not the myrrh that grows beside you

I am the boar

Tusks sharpened from a lifetime of disappointment

I impale our virgin rapture

and weep at its abortion

No, Adonis!

This is not our tragedy

Wake me from this daydream

Take me in your tender arms

I will lie beside you, peacefully

I will thank the Gods for the present

and live in it, fully

I will relinquish the past to lesson

Behold the future when it is now

I will nurture my devotion

And, together, we could bring about

the rebirth of our broken hearts