I see your Ascendant
And kiss your Venus
And quietly shed
Because it’s not me.
And I still feel the pain
Writ large in our composite
Of wanting you like that
At the deep basic level of Taurus in the fifth
With Chiron tears on the South Node.
And I see myself flunking
The North Node test
With Uranus conjunct it in the eleventh.
I stand here, with Neptune and Chiron
Fogging my Venus with rainbows of pain
With Pluto trining her
And flogging her with desire.
So I stand here, humbled
And think I’ll retreat into my twelfth
Write some bad prose-tree
And engage my third eye with mirror gazing
While the night wraps you in its arms
Of music and swinging desire
And you make the most of your transits
In the fifth.