Rings

In 2008 I learned from Dr. Oz
That

everywoman

a l i v e

has a

r i n g

 Of Venus.

I am
A  b i r t h i n g
Aphrodite,
Edged out
By the rough,

Caked

Hands of

Botticelli.

My wishing tree spreads its legs;
Wandering toes pour into soil;
Limbs
Awaken.
Crack.
Grope the heavens
Like a succulent peach.

My ring

Is
Getting

Deeper

And

Deeper.

I trace me with my
Forefinger;

Study the crevices of my wising
Skin
In a cold mirror.

I rise
At the
Sight
Of
Me.