A goddess carved from stone
Yet carved from living stone.
Instead of cold, hard rock, this
Stone yields to my touch,
Soft and pliant.

I sit and watch you,
Oh great greek beauty,
From on the shore.
Your movements are wavelike and
Bring to mind beaches, sunsets and surf.

I watch you from afar,
But, alas, no more can I stand it.
I stant on the shore,
Open my arms to you
And smile as you drift towards me.

I want to worship at the
Temple that is your body,
With my gifts of kiss and
My offering of a touch,
Laid at your feet to appease you.

My greek goddess.