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