diaric, poetry

Queen Venus’ Instructions for Dancing

When it’s charm school.
When it’s the belonging of music
—that song of hers… 
(And yes, the moon would renounce
her throne quietly if My Good Beauty Queen laid claim.)

When it’s the lewkiest lewks of all.
When beauty was invented, for goodness’ sake!!! 
I want it,
I got it.

When roses
are Roses.


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