The above is the famous sculpture, Venus de Milo.
Venus Love Riot
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I fell into the arms,
of stone unsheathed from Earth's decomposing belt.
I fell into the arms,
of Venus de Milo.
The picture lay unfolded, cubic,
teeming with a neatly bridled ferocity
I had painted it,
the portrait of a city, that talks way too fast.
Love Venus de Milo
the pervading aesthetic,
the godly perfection of the artificial face.
Love her,
for the picture she dreams up,
the sweeping panoramic view of
mechanical fingers gripping the sky,
built skyscrapers,
and yes, they too, are art.
I fell laughing,
with a friend from many stages,
I wrote a book with many thousands
of pages.
And Venus, love is all, Venus,
stands still, like a pillar descended from God,
like the drugs that always exist,
she stands,
the embodiment of Love. Beauty. Art.
I felt snakelike,
gathering like pools of blood in the city
my eyes went soft
and melted into the grand scheme of things.
my brain devoted to a ritual.
dressing up thoughts in designer clothes,
parading them on a flimsy turning page.
I fell into the arms,
of Venus de Milo.