Reincarnations

Were you once Astarte – fertile goddess of the east?
I see her when I look at you – full breasts and rounded belly,
pregnant with desire, fecund with creativity,
lush promise of earthy fullness granted
one who offers self as sacrifice upon an altar
of some primordial, elemental need.
Life-giving libation you pour in goddess’ gift
to make of coupling more than simple fruitfulness,
of body, soul and mind, a bountiful harvest,
heart’s empty storehouse now full supplied.

Or were you Aphrodite once – love goddess of the Greeks?
I see her when I look at you – grace and glory undefiled,
ethereal beauty of form and face,
perhaps transcending mortal touch,
and yet you mothered Eros, passion’s first-born son,
from the fragrant garden of your loins.
Matchless temptress, loved by gods,
you deign to offer earthly lover
a touch of heaven through corporal gates,
abundant promise multiplied.

Were you Allori’s Venus once – an artist’s muse divine?
I see her when I look at you – or reclined upon a velvet couch
an Ingres odalisque, pillowed thighs and
swell of hip, invitation in your eyes
through lashes dipped in shy disguise,
plush beauty offers pleasure’s gift.
Enduring idols of ardor’s deepening delight
evoke savored scents of spiced perfume,
hints of silken bed and sultry bath
where all desire is satisfied.

Were you once these glories all – reborn now in this time?
I see them when I look at you – these intimates of Love
whom none surpassed in beauty or rivaled in appeal,
whose spirits touch all lovers still
and unsaid longings yet inspire.
Allure of Renaissance or pull of ancient myth,
in you, they are incarnate now
these goddesses and icons
of love’s sweet immortal gifts,
true passion’s promise gratified.

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