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Venus in Retrograde


Hark!....Is that my planet
          calling to me....is that my
Venus....and who is he,
          in my chart, who is that
in my history?......My future?

What part of life is calling to me
          is this a memory of another,
or one waiting to be lived.
          The essence of him permeates
my being....surrounding me,
          caressing me, until I have not
the power to resist his charms.

Oh planet Venus, I await your
          revelations, the indeterminate
chances which brings him to me...
          The reverberating pristine purity
of your prescence quite tempts me into
          aquiescence and inordinate
filling of my senses at the sound of his
          voice, the scent of his skin,
into an extraordinary orgasm of my
          own making....
Morbidity makes of me a mania
          for explanations and fulfillment
unfulfilled, un-heard of, impulsive
          in it's ecstasy....
An inaprehensible feeling of danger
          espcapes my impulses, desiring
only completion.

My fantasy of engagement is now
          quite dulcet, chastening my ardor,
becoming as a lamb led by vain
          aspirations for everlasting
exhaltation....and love

Kay Ekwall©1999

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