Venus of Urbino
Look at her,
fully naked head to toe,
her hand unaffectedly
covering the confluence of line
between the alpha and the omega—
looking at you with the most lovely gaze—
a heated certitude
you and her
are about to embrace
and crack the universe.
But 1538 is so very long ago,
and you’d take any woman
half as beautiful with soul deep as
those eyes. Such a look—
another artist’s reassurance that eternity,
however violent and cold,
shall retain heat;
and that in the end,
even we humans shall find our place—
we shall secure it at last
amongst all the time-swept gods
who have ever been.
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