Suburban Decay

It seemed the moon shone only for her that night,

gentle waves of lunar light caressed her skin.

amid the smoke and ash,

she shone; a beacon of Omorfiá,

blessed by Aphrodite.

Her eyes, alive with the tides of deep oceans,

my soul seduced by her Lysippean gaze.

At her alter I knelt,

surrendered my heart to her ways.

But too soon we must part.

This euphoria, finite.

But from soft lips she kissed the words,

“Meet me at Midnight”.

-Rob Padfield