She trusts no one, not even this man
who went around and around proving
himself again and again. She is cautious,
no arms to break her fall.
Worry takes her millions of miles away.
Terrified that her wedding band, like Saturn’s
gold ring, is not what it seems, just a tangle
of rock, dust, and ice. Goddess of love, marble
heart that once beat and bled, hardened
by betrayal, gradually turned to stone.
Visible in her bare torso, chunks of flesh
stolen by past lovers, shaped by volcanic
rages, surface worn to a pearly hue.
Did she chisel off her own foot so she could not
run away this time? Keep herself from kicking him
off the pedestal where she placed him? She is his
morning and evening star, bright light, masterpiece.
