Hymn to Aphrodite

Even the smallest of her affections is your undoing

Wet footprints on the white sand that you won’t tread upon

Only the sea could ever erase the memory of her there

Maybe She is the only one who understands your longing

And when the tide recedes you find Her altar there

You throw yourself at Aphrodite’s feet 

“Save me from this misery.”

Your dress clings to your legs when waves begin to swallow you as an offering

And when you come up coughing the seafoam from your lungs

Surely you must be dead

Because she holds you in her arms.