Apr 162012

Venus is bending now above the bow
Of earth, her body shedding Venus-light
Into spirits which had been ember-low,
The burned-out mascara of the night.
Venus goes stalking among the other stars
Winking in their little admiration
That so great a lady would come so far
To let them be gems that hem her graces.
Venus lets me follow too, as, slowly,
We walk beyond the dusk together
Into whatever the evening is evolving–
The sunset wind that kicked is now a nothing-feather.
When Venus descends to us, rayed so ably,
Cupid’s bivouacked in the bushes, surely.

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