Usually I don't care to re-write the same poem.
But after posting 'Retrograde' 2 days ago, I felt as though I'm not the right spokesman to speak for others ways of love. And soon thought better I revert to an gender identity I'm more familiar with. And then found too, while converting Mars to Venus, more than just the gender changed. so too did the nature of the relationship, from one of being possessed to one of being inhabited.
But I can only speak for myself.
Venus in Retrograde
Out on a cool summers’ eve,
The Sun is gone, he’s taken leave,
So tonight I stroll with Venus, indeed,
Processing by in her ecliptic speed
From arousal ‘til dim morning light,
We’ll tread as friends, ‘til the nighttime ends
To walk with her, my celestial friend,
You wonder, am I ‘round the bend?
Yet ‘til my Master comes at day,
It’s she is here, and so am I,
Together ‘neath night’s purple sky,
Communion in the silk of night,
She bathes me in her cool blue light,
Anointing me in a Pythian rite,
And speaks through me as an oracle might,
But so how possessing is my refined friend,
To wander with, turn, twist, and wend,
With whom I pass this night away?
I really have no more to say
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