I wish you'd call me Venus.
You'd be the fire that sets me ablaze rather than heat to solder.
With your Roman nose,
Dangerous demeanor,
You make me want to go to war for you.
The art of seduction knows me well.
Sirens are jealous of my sweet voice
And they pounce before ever falling in love.
I adorn myself with red ornaments as your planet rusts.
I leave stains of lipstick on your garments in the same shades of blood.
With maroon wine pouring down my body,
You'll never see red without smelling my perfume.
Though I am aware that you're forbidden fruit,
Pandora's box screams the long silence of hope.
I know I can have you, yet I question if I want you.
It is now too late.
Your gaze follows the woman who became a willful coquette.
Engineers and actors already entrapped your heart with a net.
I know you like to fight and I never lose.
You're a rake, a flirt, and belong to someone else.
With no ring to your attachment I wonder if I ever allowed you to feel.
An older man,
Not a distinguished gentleman,
A face Cupid is shy to confront,
That maidens flock to,
Yet only holds the gaze of a woman with sea foam irises.
I wish I knew you in a different myth,
For now, you'll remain a man in denial,
With Venus just out of reach of Mars.
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An Ode to Muses to Polyhymnia
PoetryThis poetry collection explores loneliness, theology, Biblical characters, depression, heartbreak, and disappointment. It's a good read for someone going through a bad time, but surprisingly hopeful.
