V. What It is That You Want
Standing Nude Venus
My body has decided it wants you
even though the kitchen is burning down
and I am standing somewhere where
light meets dark in the shadow
of a broken-bottled moon.
I offer this: my breast; cupped milk.
Does it comfort? I would lie
with you if I could, but he
has painted me upright. To be near
you must stand near, must press
into the oil and varnish;
to touch you must reach out with your own flat hand.