To Venus As I Saw Her!

Venus! Venus!..why your hands are cut..?

Why do you stand with your head bowed down..?

Stripped down to your waist…

You have no hands to cover yourself up..?

Is that why…you are the Goddess Of Love..?

How do you smile with all that pain..?

Why don’t your eyes burst out in rain…?

How  you have instead ,that sensuous look..

A  broken sculpture on my photograph book

My Iris! Iris! in sooth !Are you fast asleep….?

An eiderdown of light shines bright upon my buoyant vision…

When I last saw you..there were no light at all.

All I could hear was your cherubic call…

And I could see you rise from the deep…

From the labyrinths of my very being…

Dancing like a smiling shadow on my brow..

I felt your hands of love touch my soul…

Head held high..ornate  in gold

Smiling undone..from the clothes of pain…

I could feel my eyes burst out in rain…