Venus

Venus

Venus, liquid... flowing
On a cold hard plinth raised high
Crystal, glassine, glowing
On a pedestal she cries
Translucent, prone, mysterious
Dripping from the ledge
A sombre green blue, curious
Light glancing on the edge
Glancing on, refracting through
For reasons left unknown
A lithe sublime chic fickle hue
A silhouette of stone
A piece of art, a beauty rare
Abstract in the light
A prism rich, beyond compare
With facets that delight
The symmetry of blown glass form
So fragile to the touch
Praying that the surface warms
… yet wanting it too much
and so the figure holds her stance
Venus... liquid flows
We pay the entrance, take our glance
By night, exhibits close
and in the dark you'll hear her weep
Glass tears left unshed
She prays for someone's glance to keep
She prays for one who's bled
She yearns for one who sees the flaws
The tragedies she reaps
The imperfections most ignore
The cracks that run so deep
Someone who will help her down
Less fragile than she seems
On display, on plinths she drowns
Laid low, up high she dreams
Of someone brave enough to grasp
The risk of being cut
Someone brave enough to ask
The questions that are shut
Locked behind translucent glass
Invisible, they swirl
Waiting for the light to pass
and settle on the girl
The crazy thoughts that haunt our stead
The places that we bleed
Wanting to be wanted, led
… needed, and to lead