LAMENTATIONS


Let's blame Aphrodite

when summer surprises

your echoes settle

from breast to breast


The moon is feverish

to lock light in

hoodwinked by fate

the flesh tears at love


Indebted goddess

to an unarmed power

where fruit and music

jumble up paradise


among sleepless blankets

rinds, words ,gardens

tasting elixirs

of good fortune.