My Venus


 My Venus makes me light up,

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

Of illumination.


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.


Sidney Schuman

January 2007