Stealing From a Goddess

STEALING FROM A GODDESS At Dawn I wait Beside the sea Under the tree Behind the dunes For his arms. Mesmerized by colors without confines of name I stand By the mirrored waves— Bronzed by Dawn’s immortal dazzling eye-- My Beloved’s smile Goddess bruise-kissed brilliant Looks up Still shy-- but painted guilty In unfamiliar splendor-- God-like himself Ignited by a bronze lit blaze. I do not turn to face him— but look-- water down--devour His beloved smile Insistently appealed forgiveness-- Dimples-- flashing his secrets, seek me from the rippling water-- Suddenly Breaking through the brilliance Encasing me in warm muscled arms which escape the mad reflection. Faintly in my ear flickers Delicate-- but Jealous-- moans-- The Morning Goddess, Helpless, She, Pulled once again into timeless sandy dunes-- Aurora’s seaside prison hideaway 'Til Twilight Beside the sea Under the tree Behind the dunes We love. (In throes of wildest passion there lingers the delicious thought— Stealing from a goddess Is a rare-- but heady-- morsel.) Aug 12 2013©