NaPoMo 25: A Nod to the Greek Poets

Once more love’s kiss loosens my tongue
jiggling my senses as they clatter
in bittersweet torment
undeniable yet irritating
like an insect silently wandering over my skin
or a soft summer breeze disturbing the stillness of a chestnut tree

Your touch so good that it makes my chest rise and fall
refreshed and cool but burning with desire
my own Aphrodite enchanting my mortality
like the moon beguiles the stars
with a decadent purity
and my ancient spirit rises again
as we dance in the innocence of love

© JG Farmer 2017
Form: Free Verse