In the Venusberg (J. Collier, 1901)

In the bedroom you were Venus: arms stretched upward, breasts

as perfect globes and wanting of nothing but continued company,

nothing but continued forgetting and forgiveness of the world outside.

And so you locked the door and so you walked back over to me and

so you ran your hand across my stomach and so I felt whatever concern

melt away and the world was replaced

by the bright spot in your eye.

But, Atlas, you could not stop tenting the sky forever, could

not stay unbent by the weight of the world could not forget that outside that room

waited more that needed tending, more that needed attention and

the small, tinny click of the button lock

could not hold it out forever.

--RFRY, 09 Jun. 06

This is a version of In the Venusberg.