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   "Venus Rising

When the cloud known only
to you and your lover as
the scent of Venus
erupts in the morning shower,
the joyous mingling of the night before
is boldly reaffirmed,
and you melt at the recognition
of an unusual perfume's rekindled spirit;
soft and warm around the edges,
then dark and irresistably sweet
   near the heart,
an olfactory gift from invisible Ancients
hooked on essences
mined in midnight forests
when holding hands was no longer enough"

--Melanie Pruit, Delirium Fluid Needed (1996)