Venus Crash Landing

Of lavender, golden meshes--discerning Goddess gargantua.

Lamp of fig tree and Hellenic chorus...waves crest in a moonlit

white as to knit the sultry gown of your being.

Never once did you recant the definitions of love and beauty,

they stay and fever...dally the same breath to deliver.

Here and there, wedged in towering hearts they sway and splay

forked flames.

You are signaled blatantly and in secret as holds the tolerance

of those you madden.

Venus...crash landing, riveted Xs cringe and ripple in anticipation--

marked and moving, your children pass the ardent thorns of 

beauty...clump, swell and spill bloody roses.

You'll always seem uncollected, unstable--your constitution's

chasmic rift claims...those you've landed upon.

They mouth love and beauty, wound and bisected, their

livelong day thrashes to unify that breath...just to sigh as if to say

they see you.

Konstantinos Mark