If I am Venus, born from bloodshed,
risen up to ideal beauty
sexualized under man's tongue,
and you are Mars,
threading fire between your palms;
idealized in man's image,
then we are one: in the deepest crevices
of my porcelain skin,
you find your way with heat and flame
though my fragility is constant.
This is a very powerful and sensual piece Lauren. I like that she is still fragile and the heat and falme still runs its course, carefully.
ReplyDelete"...you find your way with heat and flame
ReplyDeletethough my fragility is constant." Once again, I am dazzled by your facility with imagery and words.