“I tell you, someone will remember us,
even in another time.” ~ Sappho
And while the beautiful dreamers slept
Artemis rode her chariot into their dreams,
shooting arrows of silver moonlight
through the silken veil of night
as she lured Earth and Sky
to hunt once more. Aroused
under sparkling star-stretched light,
they spiralled into ocean blue.
Where Artemis lowered the moon,
that silent centrepiece, and spied on
each dreamer as they gave chase
to the memory of other waves.
Shamelessly Sky pulled Earth
to silky sands where silver tongues
fell, kissing until the light of heaven
shone, softening each dreamer’s eye.
Shimmering Sky put on her halo
as Earth, fierce as a summer storm,
revealed each scented breast.
The Goddess ached then, stroking
her own jewelled heart as she
re-traced the language of stars
stored deep within Sky’s slow hands.
And when their hips touched
Artemis wept in a melody
so softly strung and wet,
that starfish leapt into her lap.
“You are art, raw and tender,”
cried Earth, bound to her lover’s
soul. Sheltering Sky arched,
safe inside her lover’s thighs,
“We are of one heart,” she echoed.
And while the beautiful dreamers
spilt light and perfume under
the glow of a thousand moons,
glittering smiles of remembrance
swept across the fire of time.
Swift and straight as an arrow
the Goddess turned her chariot
to the heart of three belted stars.
Copyright © Deborah Gregory 2014