Choose Venus
Pink swirl tattoo
the skin of Venus.
Her arms and heart and legs
open wider
than Nefertiti, Aphrodite and Hera,
those mean girls.
When my conjured flowers
need to feed
I boast they are damned
strong
and impervious to absorb ammonia.
Don’t be afraid.
My pipe smoke rises
from phoenix fires.
Rain is not made of foolish tears,
desire
and disaster season this water –
no salt here.
I churn and flare mighty
like a constant glowing liar,
a hot green house fire.
Venus shows herself
to be the truthful
God of Love.
Horror Sleaze Trash 