Tell Me Venus
By Kayden Oconnell
Tell me, Venus
This must be a tough gig
A love goddess has no time off
and the expectations
must exceed the
highest peaks
of Olympian desire
We mortals are never sure
how to love you
Adonis made it in
But he was
you know – Adonis
We plod with Vulcan
belching ugly
and burning bridges
that are too hot for feet
born in watery foam
But
Tell me, Venus
Is beauty your badge
or DNA deep
Does immortal circuitry
flood with the hunger and pain
we look for you to calm
Grace sells the paintings
but is small comfort
when the north wind
colds the heart
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