climbing Mons Venus

thirteen cinnamon scented candles
around the softened water
covered in endless suds

her shape in the doorway
a silhouette of God
where her hips roll gently
like my love.

thirteen hours since I saw her face
her green eyes sparkling
covered in endless shades
of hot wet desire.

her shape in the doorway
a silhouette of God
where her breasts are the gate to heaven
like my love.

thirteen steps to the bathtub
her legs slide softly
into my so clean world
as my intentions slide dirty into her

her shape in my memory
a silhouette of God
from the moment I climbed Mons Venus
with my love.