The Morning After the Night Before

My mind is still on your Grecian isle yet lost Through time to another place where I exist As Sappho sings her songs to me once more And time unites worlds. I dream as you lie beside me of rivers Winding gently down your sloping hills, curving Around the whispered breeze as you breathe, inhaling Senses from my heart. Awaken Aphrodite with discreet kisses Placed in indiscreet places as sunlight calls Revealing the night of cardinal pleasure And whispers hello!