THE FIRST TIME YOU SEE VENUSETTE IS ALWAYS THE LAST TIME TOO

venusette you're not a woman ... you're not human ... but you look like a woman ... a beautiful woman ... in the right light a woman at the most beautiful point of her life ... a woman who in this moment waves her arms across the horizon and scatters herself repeatedly endlessly seed crying out to seed ... venusette I've seen your foot arch and I've seen it lying its face to the floor where all the others would bend toes to the ground with the rest upright ... I've seen the back of your calf one uninterrupted muscle from knee to ankle ... and your thigh whose smooth skin has no road to travel but along the most graceful arc under the sun or the moon ... while not graceful and never languid is the other line I've followed ... the plunging line the plummet line only always to turn back in and just there tightly in ... I've seen the rosebud melt and take the high ground too ... definition here ranging from the abstract to the particular ... or the corner of the mouth or the flat of the tongue the teeth perfectly white ... but most of all I see the sea above the womb ... venusette