February 9, 2011 


Aphrodite, Lithe, Ascending Drum Beat


She comes from the sea foam
Already sophisticated 34-24-34

My hand reaches aeons old
Wet sand that is gold

Through my fingers her hair
Has platinum snails sleeping

In my hands the story
Like a faience

I give to her
Eyes cast down

For fear of the Goddess
I have in my hands a necklace

That is a dream
She gave to me

For worshipping her
The sand comes alive

At her look figures rise
And attend to me

Gorgeous, dripping, gigantic
Green butterflies fly from her breast

Where they had been sleeping
Love is fulfilled

STANLEY GEMMELL
Sep30, 1999

Model: Katharine Maya Williams
Photo: Duncan Hall
Copyright: Duncan Hall