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 crash landed upon.
They mouth love and beauty, wound up and bisected, their
livelong day thrashes to unify that breath...just to sigh as if to say
they see you.


Konstantinos Mark