You were my Aphrodite
beautiful and enchanting
rising from the Del Mar shores
in spirited waves
of temper and tenderness
eager to set me down
and to mock
my eager illusion of passion.

Each month you’d dance
into my world
enticing me to the cliffs, then
receding into the folds
of my dreams.
Time and again we begged
for just one night
first you, then me,
but never us.

Now all that remains is a kiss.