Venus's Prison

Read it, bitches.

memories of afternoon delights and naked shadows
tracks of thought lost in passion's burrow.
shackled and chained in her prison,
obscenities travel through my brain like nomads
and i believe shallow water's a cheerleader.
rambling thoughts like this kill fame and fortune
stains of sanity fill the painting,
my courage to ask her has risen,
baby, if you wouldn't mind,
i'd like to breathe.