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| Torso of Venus, 1920, bronze, Aristide Maillo Columbus Museum of Art |
Venus whispers through limbs in the ash;
charts the path of twinkle, twinkle, little.
Yet so much.
What are you like?
Sleep becomes a nuisance.
I pace the ceiling, press warm footprints
to the windowpane, count the night
on her glow-in-the-dark rosary,
string it bead by bead across the sea.
Her morning eye watches from a headless torso,
holds me, transfixed.
My goddess of love and war devotes herself
to the small hours,
offers me your kiss.
She is darling,
but not as dear as you.
wow. I'd say 'stellar' but you might take that as a pun. :) ~
ReplyDeleteAh yes, she is yet unconquered by love as well as a restful sleep!
ReplyDeleteI think RAD is in love!
ReplyDeletepacing the ceiling. I love that line. Love it so much
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