Aphrodite Night

The sheet is slipping
off my shoulder
and I'm writing this
love letter
Sipping my sweet wine
Stretching out a vine
Garnishing every line
Speaking of love
Dreaming of love
Looking out at a broken kingdom
In my lustrous sanctum 
Calling out
My voice lost
where others shout
The door to my boudoir
hanging on one last hinge
Body tinged
in the glow
of one lone candle
My hand caressing the handle
Wax dripping
invitingly
to the satin sheets
crumpled on the floor
In an Aphrodite night
stretching out in soft light