We Should be Lovers

We Should be Lovers

We should be lovers but you refuse my advances -
Though not long past did we meet on Dionysian shores;
Your sleek body and eyes glinting in the summer sun,
Your lips delicious with sand and salt (I can still taste them now),
Our hearts colliding like the pounding waves which roared and crashed,
The fluidity of your movements, your ample bosom, your embrace…
The vision stirs an already listless soul.

We should be lovers yet you flee from my dreams.
Though I’ve known all the subtle curves of your body,
Your form is an illusion which my arms cannot hold
And memory fails to fetch.
I call out to you and invoke your name in sacred rite,
Yet I wait in vain as the goddess’ thrown remains hostile and vacant;
Your woodbine crown ever pricking and piercing.

C. William Carroll