Phoenix in Venus' Labia

She said she was ruled by Aphrodite
So she kept to herself, set apart
A moon in orbit for somebody else
A temptation to be herself
She barely resisted seducing somebody
Who belonged to somebody else

She knew her art well
A craftsman of flesh and the dark
So she kept to herself
Kept her talents to herself
And nurtured eroticism with God
Divinely set apart

She was made to come over and over again
To be an oven of orgasms
For the enraptured to burn in
For the mortal to gain momentary immortality
The Dark Lord kidnapped her for a season
She died and rose up like Lazarus
And died and rose like Jesus

If distance makes love understandable it’s a phony imitation
Love is understandable in union
Beyond intellectualization
So she saw her Lover in everything
He was everywhere instigating, caressing, fingering

She was made to come to Him
To come over and over again
Because of Him