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Venus in 1998 by Rae McKinley I am maybe only partly hip and waist and thigh but more so tempting men with the yearning in my eyes. I am infinitely more flesh than bone and more fantasy than men have nights to dream I am love, lover, temptress, mistress. I am sister, daughter, mother, pain. I am maybe mostly broken hearts that conjure me with tears. but more so estrogen incarnate drowning in fallopian cesspools. I am the birth of all things of man with the world dripping from my lips. I am untouchable goddess wrapped in bloodstained sheets. I am virgin, matron, wife and whore. I am yielding, stopping, stealing falling on my knees. I am a little dangerous when you have me on my back, but at my best when you are pinned inside of me. I reveal the madness in men's hearts, the tragedy in their souls, covet every jaded word, limb, misogynist thought. I am destroyer, upheaval, defiler, dream stealer. I am raving lunacy, growing sane in a crazy world, I am kin to Pandora and dead to Zeus. I am banished from Eden and whiplashed Saturday night. And I am new age Madonna without immaculate deception. I am killer bees, dairy queens, Delilah's cries, every woman, every man I am Venus for 1998. |
Rae McKinley runs the Poetry Diner. She has previously written "Cyclone Ranger" for the October, 1997 issue of Grrowl!, and "Still Learning" in May, 1997.
What do you think?
[venus in 1998] [well enough] [dancing birds]