Infatuated Venus
Venus wept.
Without legions
of maids she ran.
Swift ..swift.
It was eve when she
reached the cliff.
Ruptured the sky
and wailed valleys
and cried an orphan cypress.
There,
We witnessed her,
Bending a ceaseless
head.
There,
She sighed,
Cursing a young mortal,
He slighted her deathless charm.
Her smallish angel,
Broken his will.
He fled
in sorrow.
Smashed they were,
His lethal arrows.
Venus was mad.
She resigned
glorious temples,
Retired and sad.
Somehow,
She mounted rays of light,
Soaring above colossal peaks
to hunt some solace.
Somehow,
A flaming warmth
journeyed in deep space.
Jupiter the great
convened his mighty congress.
Great giant, Jupiter,
The unborn sun.
Easing on a large throne,
Tossing lanterns of boons
in darker nights.
Comrades,
Gods and goddesses
and Jupiter
beamed magnificent lights.
We espied him,
Shaking his head.
Where pride bewitched him,
His shaken exuberant golden hair
lit the gloom.
Glinted corners
of fertile earth trembled
in fears!
And the stars were doomed.
Venus landed,
Took a regal bow.
Wearing a beautiful gown.
Gleaming a sleeve,
Laden with gold.
Dark chignons
flew to flirt
behind her marbled back.
We stared
at eternal dazed
sensless audience.
We marked tear stains
on their sacred cheeks.
We were dazzled,
Seeing Venus,
A cherub face.
Revealing again
those heartaches,
Her needless pains.
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