THE WEAVE:

…Venus speaks

as she walks into

the Garden…

"If it is I
who must cultivate
sweetness, how

will I will
from Here?  It is
I who tips

the scales, like Dawn,
glittering in the dew
drop, in your palm.

Bring me to your lips,
as the kiss of Day
in your hand.

Drink the blood
of Earth,
in communion."