An Island

A spring poem to Venus

There is infinity in heaven,
A space in between
Where the land meets the sea.

I walk with my feet
At the pink sand,
In this sacred Island,
alone among the stars.

By perfume of crocuses
and lilies, the trail was made,
to the mysteries of the Grove
where the incense is burnt.

There is Fire within 
all who came in Her name,
In the warmth of spring
with fine linens on our skin,
coming together
In touch and kiss.

And She who bears witness
To this dance of lust,
blesses The land
With ever flowing breasts.