In the Venusberg (J. Collier, 1901)

In the bedroom you were as Venus. You

locked the door and walked back to me, raising

your arms and enjoying that

I suddenly, demonstrably

forgot everything of

the outside world.

You ran your hand across my stomach and

any lingering remembrance was

replaced by the bright spot

in your eye.

But, Atlas, you could not pause

from tenting the sky forever. Could

not escape what needed tending, could

not expect the tinny click of the

brass button lock to hold

it all out forever.

--RFRY, 09 Jun. 06

This is a version of In the Venusberg.