Ode to Venus

Ode to Venus

i
Your comely light shines bright -aright-
To ring a vibrant resonant;
Forth from my deepest bleakest self;
By wings that sing with an ardent
Need, that bleeds’ with a deep desire.

ii

In your sublime celestial
I rest; teething upon your milking breast;
As you allow my savant hands,
Into your buried bedded dampness.
To then digest your sacred, undressed
nest.

iii

Slowly I revive refined and ready;
For from this sacred sable place,
Where bonded seeded souls do rest,
I’ve spent my time entwined, enriched
By your plum pleasured deep caress.

iv

I… my rest abated, but when I wake,
I feel locked and lost in shock!
For, it is not your sacred ivy eye
I spy, as slowly my sloth leaves.
It is another….

v epilogue.

And as we meet along the time aged street,
Our eyes they never nestle together.
Our words wash wanly from us;
Each with whiffs of whispers hanging;
Wrestling with a murmur of a ready hope,
That the promises we weakly made,
Could- just perhaps- easily be broke..?