Prayers to Aphrodite

Our song fertile and special
that never comes by light
eating sacred fruit
as over the moon
as any summer night
as juices dripping down our chins
A garden walk
where harmony follows
under the moon
as soft as the grass
damp beneath our feet
Play with the curves I throw
fingers dancing in dimples
prayers to Aphrodite
bespoke into the night
to rise to the heavens
and sit among the stars