Transit of Venus- trilogy

the calculus of certainty
upon a rotating spin,
a speck in space and time
such vast circumstances
reduced to the precision of man-made clocks;
we see beyond sight
reckon beyond our reach, measure
vague ponderables--
reason is a lever, long enough
to heft the weight of time

and Venus

so few days apart after so many years in wait
love and loss, heart filled, heart empty
when life is a day glowing like the Sun
from rise to setting , to the spike of light
wisped away,  last hiss of a candle
pinched to blackness by the sea.
When you sit near stars that love us from afar
when you are Love, when I want you near
yet you are distant and the end of day
comes to clear the slate I have been given.
When you travel across the space of my heart
and life lifts away, into the space of
mysteries without solution
when you are yet Love, and I
am soon gone;

and Vee-nus!

a name so old, it bears the face
of forgotten Gods, when
ruins were young, when an ancient word
finds new dark-skinned divinity, those curved stone
statues blush envy.
On pavement filled by busy feet in day,
quicker steps in neon red night and
Latin beats, rappin'- booty shakin’
blue jean seams stretched to the point
of sheeeeer delight!
When a smile is a deep invitation, ohhh so fine
in the haze of wine and smoky laughter
She is Love in store-bought hair, half a skirt
deep mascara stares and flirts, a stroll
that melts the Saint within man
and waist moves that mans-up the boy
Muse-ic makes the hips roll, waist
revolve- an orbit of bends and side- to- side  slides
a blouse that wears only part of her…
She is a certain kind of Love for few who dare
for every wish of  tropical air without cares
oblivion becomes  a thing far, far beyond
some hours, some sweet sweat,  heavy breaths,
and wanting…“Venus…Baby…”

“come step cross the flo' with me…”

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