Upon Seeing Her
Her legs separate below and above
gods dream of Achilles
tendons balanced on mountain shoulders
Her breasts emerge at once
as the future of love to say
It is not because of beauty
the world is lost
Her face blurred by
a divinity of reason is curiously outdone
by her peasant perfect feet
What lies between them
a melting contour of salvation
hips that will save us all
Though never rendered for the likes of us
make no mistake
Venus was armed