I kissed him in the midst of a summer storm.
I was Poseidon's daughter, he was Aphrodite's son.
He liked my skin, he made me bloom
like fireflies in enlightened gloom.
I seldom think of him, my life has changed since then.
We weren't a real couple, neither friends,
but we did some stargazing on the summer meadows,
we were praying with our bodies and we played bocce ball.
He opened me - like an oyster - without a knife
but couldn't find the hidden pearl inside.
Nevertheless more than romanticized lust
we were a lighthearted promise written in stardust.