Aphrodite Night
APHRODITE NIGHT
Remembering that night of our last touch,
when nothing was between us we should know,
in love with loving you, and just how much
I wonder, where in time do such nights go?
Forbidden like a box all sealed up tight,
or like the burning Zeus refused to share
with mortals such as we, and on this night,
Pandora's box was opened everywhere,
you were, that night, my first and only love
and always shall remain this part of me,
created from the earth and waters of
a night when Aphrodite let us see.
And I am more than blessed for loving you
forever and all time, as I will do.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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