The tempting blaze
Of perfect pearls
Still lingering
On the moistened velvet glen
The glossing glance
Of sparkling spray
Will then ascend
From the rampant murky fern
The splendour shine
Of beaming beads
Will sprinkle still
In the dark unfolding gorge
And heather blurrs
from flat to wold
from folds to furs
And whispers hiss
from lips to mouth
from mound to bliss
As the light of Aphrodite's girdle
alluringly answers her divine dance
and then fulfilling daze.
© Kay Kankowski