with Venus too close to the spirit, and ever since, she's been part of my life...
From my first cry as a new born, she's been by my side.
As an infant, she held me to her bosom and allowed me to feed of her essence. Being who she is, Venus knew very well that I would become addicted, and as such, a subject to her every whim... and so today, I have to thank her... for the good and the bad, the sweet and the bitter, and everything that comes in between.
I see her everywhere, in the wind and the trees, in motion as much as in stillness. She rules the realms of the living, or at least mine. I know that she can be as bitter and cruel as she is loving and playful. She could tear me into pieces, scatter my remains to the four corners of oblivion. I've seen it all done to others, and I've lived with her at the edge of Passion.
Likely thus far, in my case, Venus has been the most teasing of playmates. She always finds me and always finds her way past my half-erected defenses. She can tell I am hers. She can tell I am completely, irremediably, infected by her poisonous touch. She is my opium, and I've been known to be a compulsive abuser.
Just like everyone else, I'm a bundle of dichotomies thrown together, in the Alchemist's heated cauldron. The surfer in me is her favorite. The serious worker is the one she cannot stand. The Alchemist stirs, while she and I dance between union and separation. Ours is a lifelong drama... When will it end? Only the Alchemist can decide.
Meanwhile, she teases and pulls and lures and inspires, and I, and I... am all hers.
Be well and make sure you do not upset her too much.
A drifting leaf in the streets of Madison -catch it if you can
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