I see into a pool, her face is a mirror.
Venus sits by me and smiles.
She goes forward and cups her hands,
drinks from my spoils.
I watch her drink all my tears dry.
Venus is more beautiful than spring,
and woman is the promise she brings.
Venus brings me a book: the answer to why.
I open it to look inside and butterflies fly
like children who think not to dream
but do so as easily they breathe.
She offers me a jewel from her hands
into my eager hold, an emerald stone;
the size of all my wants.
From the dirt I dig and spat upon,
my toes, grows a garden
of every flower ever loved
and beauty to adorn every heart.
Flowering in every soul is a wealth of gold.
Venus gives me one flower to keep that
will never die. Says she: “Love is why.”
Poetry © Linda Cull