Aphrodite’s Golden Apples

Thousands of years ago,
Cloaked in ancient tides,
Of velvet night,
Showered in raindrops and silky skies,
A face as breathtaking as dawn,
She, swathed in perfumed garments,
Of gold and silk,
Myrtle-garlands fanfare in ebony locks,
Her white veil parted, the curtain draped,
Casting shadows on an ivory cream face,
Lips as pink as a Gallic Rose,
A symbol of Aphrodite’s love,
Golden apples taste so sweet,
In her garden, by the sea.

6 thoughts on “Aphrodite’s Golden Apples

  1. Wow Jennifer… This is magnificent. Hope you don’t mind all the ‘likes’… I’m catching up on your beautiful words… Thank you for allowing me to linger here a while…


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