You may be

Unaware, but secretly (upstairs) I've fought and cursed and bled

And now I need a warm, soft breast on which to rest and calm my head

And draw that living touch before I fall down dead



But even

Among ideals, I must reveal mine's not-so-everyday

That slender wrist and iron fist that knocks my blahs away

That taut and tiny body who could overtake a bear

Who'd fell a redwood should its branches tangle in her hair



Who is the central source of her own innder fire

Who knows what love requires



I know, I learned long ago

That an iron will and mental skill are imperative, and so

I ask my whats and whys and whens and hows and wheres and whos



But still, I need that spark to fire up the machine

But the things that give me charge one day so quickly seem routine

So Venus, send a priestess my way worth the conquering

(Let me work to be the victor I have longed to be!)



Who, by so taking, shows what led to my desire

And shows what love requires.