Happy to share this one from the very talented Hypatia Pickens
Let Her Be the Evening Star
by Hypatia Pickens
You have capitulated
To romantic error.
Venus is no “Bringer of Peace.”
Can you say that to weak Paris,
To Helen who watched, tearful, on the wall?
Born on the waves, they said,
Like all shallow love,
She's a suffocating sea,
A lying succubus,
Methane for breath, brimstone for hair.
Let her be the Evening Star,
Distant and fair,
Transported by celestial music,
But indifferent to your prayer.
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