In the dark of night,
Just before the light of dawn
In the heavens she stands,
Pridefully gleaming.

~ Umi

my restraint, may seem like an impregnable enemy line
but when your love blooms and wind sniffs the wound of your heart,
let the fragrance sneak in and cut me like an elvish sword.

just thinking back
           on
my twenties and cracking
           a
smile for every tree I hollowed
           out
to make room for a new universe.


now,
in my thirties, I laugh at windows
           stacked
on top of Mercury's head as
           Venus covers her mouth and hides again.

If Venus had joined hands again
with us,
and we can mend the broken,
would all the chaos we've made
ever be happen?

If, dare I say,
we shove our ego aside
and lock them in your drawer
deep, deep inside.
Would you still see me
just the same?

In between
of our perplexity
and all the charades you've made,
please see that,
our meeting is not a coincidence
you, and I
is meant
to be.

I walk in beauty
As if Venus has bestowed her wings on my back.
Her frolicked hair in oil paint
perhaps I am her redemption?
To seek both answer and truth
In an age without stone cut statues?

But I do not resemble the sliced abdomen of statues
and I am not gilded in beauty
nor do I tell the perfect truth.
I tend to look back,
craving redemption
illustrated in paint

My fingers tremble in paint
frozen at the canvas like a statue.
There is no point in a redemption
when I cannot see beauty.
So I learn that I will not be back
until I have learnt the truth.

And when I have learnt this truth,
so stark as oil paint,
I must make the decision to come back.
Of course I will change, for I am not a statue,
but I will be shrouded in my own beauty
for Venus will get her redemption.

My photo in my youthgul prime
and even older puts Mona Lisa's painting smile to shame

my lover twin flame of one upon
a time told me I was his venus
the Venus of Urbino a painting he'd bought in honor of me in the Castle
by the sea waiting for me to arrive.

to TwinOaks Blvd which he also built for us twin flames and our children.

nàturally,
I agree since I am polyfacetial of features and all
he also called me Beauty.  

I guess he was Beast wish I had told him the famous "I love you"
I am sorry "I will marry you!"

PC was very easy to fall in love with,
he had courage heart brains and purse on top of wisdom intellect
he had charm and grace
fantastic outworldly looks.
he was the love of my life!
~~~~~~
By: Karijinbba
Copy Rights apply
08-15-2020

Venus’ poisonous breath -
invisible –
catches itself on the ice
of purged rain
and falls.

Crystallising venom;
no arrow-hearts,
just the invisible ****** weapon
of a sacrificial lamb’s leg
to beat love into submission.

Scorned lovers’ scorned love
aches in the twilight
of the in-between radio stations
where Venus spits songs
about eternal rainfall
and dying in a bathtub of blood
for non-poetic non-love.

Gods laugh
at self-help books
and the implication
that anything at all
is the same
as the last
time the world ended.

Beautiful Venus,
with smoke in her eyes
and golden skin,
waits for men to burn
under her;
laughing and lying
in one breath,
catching and falling again.