SLOWLY

chances are slender
and so are you

who
(so supple)
curve
like a
bow

wounding me
grievously
with
fire-arrows

calling it
love

and
when I insist
you pull
them out

you do it
so
very
slowly

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ON VENUS

metal snowflakes
fall on Venus

once vaporized, now
condensing

most mutant
of snows and

not what
you might expect from
the love goddess planet

in a
somewhat love
poem

me aroused imagining
those metal flakes falling
and you dancing

copper, zinc, gold, iron, lead,
titanium

covering you as
you grow hotter than Andromeda
raising my body
to an insane temperature

IN THE MEDIA AGE VERSION

the media age
Adam and Eve

would have had
absolutely no
interest in the
Tree of Knowledge of
Good and Evil

for them
the bling-bling fruit
all so shiny, and
light-reflective

of the Tree of
Crass Celebrity and stupidity
would have done
the trick
(and not much deal-
cutting sales
talk needed there
for the serpent
to pimp)

SPANGLED

our bodies
were quantum
entangled

the one
shone

the other
spangled