Nursing Venus

Perhaps I should
at the breast
but she bites
behaves badly
she preys

a pretty pot
I bought her
a shrine
a sanctum
filled it with
with god’s golden
earth
I prayed

a reluctant mother
I adopted her
loved her
feared her
saved her
my cats wanted to eat her

I picked
planted and pruned
her
she rebelled
revolted
screamed resistance
retreated
she sprouted weeds

I bought her
an Amazon friend
a soulmate
a forever sister
another Venus
I picked
planted and pruned
her

together
in one pot
organically restored
rehabbed
fixed
exquisite carnivores
trapping
side by side
devouring life
savoring death

they fed hard
ravenously
on flirting flies
becoming stronger
fearless
ferocious

on my porch
content
stoned
conversing philosophy
poetry
politics
fucking injustice
enlightened misery

we survived
thrived
we beautifully
bloomed
flourished
we came alive
fierce alpha females

dominant
sensual
opened
erotic tendrils
and unforgiving teeth

I smile
commune with them
untroubled
smug

satisfied
strangely fulfilled
night night
nightly
recurrent shrills

the nurturing
the nursing
saintly motherhood
sets
the wrath
the hunger and the ache
something only a woman gets

 

 
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