the fall and rise of Venus

 

1.


Venus in her
shiny cestus
leans over
reaching out
for the cherry 
blossoms afloat 
on the backyard pond...
a stir of breeze,
a gentle splash
and lo, it has fallen too:
the star and the blossoms
co-travellers now




2.


excited, they
unleash their
burden of bliss
upon us mortals:
lo a murmur rising
from the congregation
of leaves, a roar
mounting from the
haunches of waves,
slumberous seeds
riding on the lianas
of desires thirsty
for ambrosia and
light; impatient pinions
bead verses as they plunge
deeper into the Unknown

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