If You're Set on Being Venus

A mythological fidelity poem. I know it sounds odd, but it's good.

If You're Set on Being Venus
Watch Out for Wire Traps


A red hair stretched out across the pillows,
a scent soaking into the sheets;
of course I think you're lovely,
but that is not the question,
the question is; When brother comes

will you be my Isis
and gather all the pieces, all
the pieces, or will you leave me lying
a bloody jigsaw
Medea might have made
for her kids and Jason?

The question is;
Are you going to go back
to brother's jealous tongue
playing like you're his
Penelope?

If so
just make like Lilith
and leave this garden,
go off
and birth
his little monsters.