Vesta Redecouvrir

Attempts to calculate direct synastry drains me

Though most answers I seek are within reach

Perhaps some things are best kept secrets

Pandora’s box may interchange to a can of worms

Secondhand lions, your moon linked with my sun

 

Areolas hardened and lust swelled

Creativity and femininity evoked within

The shadows of your face glowing behind the glass

A substance induced haze within a night

Masked with our pinpointed true origins

Your hooded ripe plum colored smile winks at me, at that

I refrain from prematurely buckling my knees,

Once, once, once again

Falling

Out on the pavement as my bare legs return to you

Sore, never knew a better feeling

Hands, bind my wrists

The moon waxes, reels towards full

 

My sleep induced haze watered eyes dried

A call, an unexpected answer

A waterfront excursion only in our wildest dreams, but

Summer must die sometime

Something I wouldn’t mind if we were right there on the sand

 

Meanwhile, your hook has latched into my gill

For my blinded grin and swelling chest, I will not apologize.

Opposition of Mars and Venus, I guess I haven’t learned my lesson

One thing’s for sure, if I’m unlucky again

At least I take pride knowing

That one and three are now not

 

Author's Note

May need a little more revision... a little too wordy, perhaps? Any feedback would be excellent.