Makes me think and feel together.
The years pass
But this gift stays with us.
At night, curve matched to curve,
Our bodies do each appreciate.
We bring each other this gift
It must have come from somewhere,
Like as not from those before.
Those who planted the seed that
Bore this fruit.
I cannot say how it was done,
This history is not written.
But still - it is enough for me
To think about my Venus.