when the birds are still sleeping
and the beach sands glisten like tiny
stars under their coating of sea-salt,
Here where the dawn is raw yet,
naked with possibility,
pregnant with potential,
You wash ashore like a pearl loosed from its oyster,
glistening and wet under the newborn rays of
the rising sun, and the fading
luminescence of the sinking moon.
Here, where graceful seabirds yet slumber,
unaware of the presence of one
more beautiful than they, by far,
birthed out of the opalescent seed
of castrated Ouranous,
mingling with the sea’s salt,
flowing forth from the ocean
whence all life began.
As the sun rises, you unfurl from
sleep, stepping away from the scallop
that bore you to shore; most precious of blossoms,
fair-skinned, gold-tressed, eyes deep and dark
with all the desires contained there
that God or man might feel.
Swans rise in adoring worship and
beat the air with their wings,
joyfully recognizing one whose beauty
makes theirs look like lumps of coal
that look all the more filthy and misshapen
when a diamond gleams among them.
Cytherea, Ourania, Kallipygos,
we bow before you, stricken mute
by your perfection, and
pray you bless our dull and quiet lives
with the beauty you are known for
and the passion you inspire.
Open our hearts to the love we need
to live, to thrive, to exult in the splendor
of the world around us, and
with your grace fulfill us.
Hail Aphrodite, fierce and gentle lady!
Hail Aphrodite, forgiving and condemning!
Hail Aphrodite, love’s queen!