Drowning In Myth

The ambient air is moist with you
Little droplets bathe me
Mist on skin
Billions of them
Foam from Cythera’s surrounding seas
All of your wetness
Even there
All of your Beauty
Yes
Even there
Beads of you fall
Absorb
Collect
Rise
Collect
Rise
Collect

 I suffer the flood
To witness the birth
Foam of the sea
Aphrodite incarnate
Even here
Discernment’s clear
Even now
as I accept my fate
Your poetry remains

The myth is
real