Florence and her exotic adventures on Aphrodite's Island

Cyprus does not just exist as the name of a pine. 
It is surely much more than that.
It is Aphrodite
and Adonis


her  glorious goddess life as a leader in the country
and her lust for
Adonis


who died!

It is the remnants of a civilization existing from eons ago

It is jade green and blue water

lush forests

orange groves

silvery glittering olive trees

it is the moon rising over a tranquil Mediteranean Sea

and the sun pushing through into a new glorious red and gold day..


and ouzo
and deep rich red wine

It is octopus
grilled


Fresh fish
grilled

Lemons
Haloumi
and the steep cliffs as the road climbs to the Turkish border.


It is stark white houses
on cliffs
and the churches

made for the locals
just a few at a time please.


It is sensual
and pleasurable
and the people
opened their arms
with welcome..

Too soon the days are passed

and
the return looms
and I will not go in Summer
to Cyprus
whwen tourists pour onto and into the towns
bathing and shouting
and jet skis roar
big cars ferry the rich
big boats carry the rich
and the money is made


I would not want to hear the roars of voices
raiding the beauty of this place
pillaging the pleasure that was mine
for a short time...