He came bursting out of the water
With his one majestic daughter
Not doing what they oughta
And never asking why.
Her name was Aphrodite
Her stature was so mighty
With the promise of what might be
Look at her and die.
Tore through the confusion
Energy in profusion
Destroying the illusion
Ripping suns right out the sky.
I called to her so sweetly
Positioned myself discreetly
Gave myself completely
Nothing left but to have a try.
I woke up this morning with this sitting in my head. I had to write it down and try to work out what it meant.
I think it’s a love poem to a beautiful woman. I found myself thinking of Grace Slick circa 1968.