Aphrodite? Poem by Sean Tyacke

Are you a hunter of delight?
My tall dark eyed goddess of last night.

Do you thrill to the chase,
Letting passion call its pace?
And this quarry that you so hound,
Is his love for her, true and tightly bound?
And could not lust be the only reason,
You seek this game so out of season?

With a weapon most inhumane,
You stalk this precious prize you claim.
Yet this weapon that I so fear,
Is no blade, no bow, no spear.
It is nothing more, nothing less
Than a woman’s warm caress
And in her arms a tenderness.

So! Would I be a victim of your predatory ways?
Would I be entrapped by beauty’s gaze?
Would I
Would I be another of your ever willing slaves?

© Sean R Tyacke, 1989