winces at a lover.
Groans at words.
Glances at your watch, while you
Tires of slow-witted, love-sodden anthropoids,
against each other -
when every other primate would be done by now.
not while Venus graces night.
For then it's rapt.
Watching, while the goddess watches.
And in a rare conjunction with that beauty...
© Elas Giordano 1995