Adonis (In The Words Of Aphrodite) Poem by Victor Agbanyim

My beloved one
My heart skips at thy sight,
Moan with your touch,
Fall at the sound of your voice.

You have been gone all winter
I’m bruised; my soul has been put to splinter
Saddened and grieved
I shut my eyes in anguish

Your dearth beclouds the sun
Famine, drought provoked by your paucity
Lands desolate
Hunger raging in my city
Whence cometh helps

Out of the blue
There you stood by the fields
Trees, flowers, crops blossom
Earth was once more green

You then approached my end
Liquid forming in my eyes
I’m falling
But you held me
Our eyes fixed
I smiled
You kissed me and said
I’m here now.