In the Venusberg (J. Collier, 1901)

In the bedroom, you were as Venus. You

locked the door and walked back, 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 cannot quit tenting the sky.

Cannot escape what needs tending. Cannot

expect the tinny click of the

brass button lock

to hold all of it

                        out

                                 forever.

--RFRY, 09 Jun. 06

This is a version of In the Venusberg.