Mars, Venus, man and woman,
So far apart. I wonder if a Mars
Bar knows how much water it will
Take to make the planet Mars
Receptive of life. While I wonder
If Venus Williams, even at the grand
Old age of 37, can win the Wimbledon.
Mars is just an inhabitable planet
So is Venus, when prolonged in loneliness.
Although solitude beckons, these uninhabited planets
Need to be like that turquoise globe
To be able to hold life on the outside.
I sometimes feel alone, just like Mars,
The roman god of war, the war
Inside, the needs of the body crying,
Like a baby imploring to be fed,
By the pomegranate-like breasts. My gooey heart,
Just like a Mars bar, holding a crumble of peanuts
Beneath my skin, looking at the horizon
For windy Venus to blow through
Me, like a gale does, deracinating
The most primal needs, discovering sources
Of water beneath. Mars and Venus, they
Are bridged by life, the source of all animation,
Drifting towards the center, the habitable zone,
Learning that percussion is good for the system.
Mars will only then learn that blushing
Is just the body’s way of saying
You’re made for love.