Hurry up

Hurry up: Venus on the morning sky, reach your hand
so that the sun won't cover it, reach your hand
     for eleven years we've been waiting
like donkeys for donkey's years, waiting in line like planets.
A miracle, if love then didn't blossom, seas, tides
wouldn't surge over us . . . I'll smear him with wine and
                                                     honey,
lick every inch of his skin
-- each second is dear, now take off your clothes,
fold on the chair those barriers that we've been wearing
damn the rows of buttons, walls of zips, calendars
that would hate our love,
there's no time to waste, now that finally I can
taste you without the cold camera eyes, without snoopers,
without love police that pry at our acts
having no idea what they might be.
Venus on the morning sky, you at an arm's distance from me
what a fiery spiral: I don't know where it will take us
     when we're now stars in the same constellation,
speak to my ear of the pain and the beauty.

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