(MY) MORNING APHRODITE

(MY) MORNING APHRODITE

every morning
my morning Aphrodite

does her
thing
invades my island
surfs through the coral
finds
her way
to my shore

and there
star-like of a sudden
big bang explosive

colonizes my senses
imprints her mythology

and what a raw nascita
it is brings
her to
this narrow, desert place

yet at
night
disappears

before
a word shared, touch
preferred, revelation
of beauty

but then
the near perfect
probability

that with
dawn she
will return, again
find
her way here

so
best pity
the cosmos
which lesser
by far
set
to parallel this one

darkest place imaginable
darkest
space deep
inside me

where she never
dare come, must
never appear