You call me your Venus girl
As I pull you in with these
Familiar words at first,
Then tie you up in
The hidden worlds they explore.

You orbit that space around me
No one else can fill.

I imagine your face lighting up,
Or not.
At the thought of me
And all that's left of me.

I imagine us standing,
On baked, brown sands.
Our noses crinkling
Eyes squinting
Cheeks red.
You point at my
Dark, burned toes
And laugh.

I imagine the lines
On your face
Winking at me,
Beckoning me to stay.

My tired feet feeling
Like they've been dipped
Into a bucket of ice.
Me longing for the coolness
Of your palms,
To turn me over.

I imagine us sitting,
Across each other
On a rickety old verandah.
The light from the sky,
Long gone.
Taking with it the
Yearning from our hearts.

We continue to sit there,
Peaceful and still.
The smells from the cognac
And cigars permeate the air,
And our fractured lives.

You call me your Venus girl,
When all I really want to be
Is your Earth woman.

With the anticipation of your smile
And the burning from the sands,
With my ugly, dark feet in ice and
Your cool, smooth hands over me
On that old verandah as
The heady smell of the spirit
And tobacco fuses.

The yearning in our hearts,
Long gone.
The light in our eyes,
Still shining.


I wrote this the last time my heart skipped a few beats. Obviously, it was doomed from the beginning :-)