“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.
If I knew you were light
I would have peeled back
Your layers years ago
At the sky
Just for a taste of you
I would have opened you up
Like a blushing girl
Just to see
What lay beneath
The light in those eyes
It was the weekend.
I jumped in my car. Took the wheel.
Followed the paper trail.
A picture of you.
I was not in the mood for happy endings.
Life just didn’t work out that way.
When my story,
not some myth or fairy tale
written, read and re-written,
As the moon slipped off her silken robe,
casting silver, liquescent folds over the lake,
two night-dresses slept on rocks below.
Where deep beneath the spell of summer,
lips of witchcraft and enchanted love,
we swam unwrapped in the moonlight.
Under ancient warmth we embraced,
each goddess glowing, soft moon shining.
With shimmering hearts we dived deep,
welcoming Aphrodite’s ardent, aching want.
Poetry saw every kiss, as wet with love,
our bodies lay bare the Mother tongue.