Currents

Aphrodite resides in my heart.

She has been there since I wished

with no hope of solution

for loneliness to be gone.

She did that.

She Did That.

My love is an ocean yet I

I keep it in the pearlescence

of a shell I found on the shore.

Does my goddess purse her lovely lips

when she feels my fear?

Fear

of vulnerability, goddess,

of your power over me.

What is worship without fear?

Awful, terrific, exposed

to the mercy of your torment.

Perhaps soon I shall meet another

who knows the ache of her in the chest

when we look into each other’s eyes.

I pray for someone who has an ocean

like mine, boundless and full of life.

Ah, then we could mingle our waters

until two oceans become one

and proud Aphrodite can swim there

guiding the currents to where they need to be.