Lovers of Eros

by Loveta Simpson

Honeysuckle and Jasmine
In my grip
I dance with the moon
Beneath this Autumn flesh
Signaling the stars
Of Venus's severed head
As the last wailing
Lover of Eros stalks
Ships of men making
Love to the sea
Men who've no intention
Of stalking me
So I take hold the wind
And give it my name
In a fiery tumble
Of burning heart
And smothered soul
To lie atop the mountains
Of my heaving breast full
I swell with desire
At the thought of You
Creatures of habit,
Movers of night
Leave your ways inside me-
Far from sight.