Aphrodite Poem by Mukesh Williams

She came from a faraway land
without an ethnos
cascading into breathless petals
as when it happens in spring with flowering trees
approximating a breathless closeness
through blaze and tenderness,
speaking against the waves
without decipherable lexicons or episteme,
sealing my lips with her salty thighs
leading the tongue into the soft ingress of paradise
releasing bubbling nectar
in immaculate brilliance over shadowy moles,
exhaling the warmth of a sleek body
beneath the abandoned skirt,
intermingling wordless fantasies through neglect,
revealing the petit membrane of opening and closing,
pulsating a bricolage of integument sensations
sparring through reticence
into new-fangled notches, clefts, gaps,
caressing globular pomegranate and the sour lime,
hanging enticingly to extremities, shafts, mandrels,
fluttering, when not cascading,
at the tumescence of foliate life
foaming in an intimate revelation and
getting transmogrified
into yet another Hellenic goddess.