High-wire act of dual bars danced,
(galaxies that rotate)
sings a righteous ring of balance
between the mundane and spiritual.

Lessons learned through the earthy two-step,
modeled by my Mars,
and taught the celestial tango
by tip toeing Titan.

(to become a high-wire acrobat
falls on Sirius)

On recess, in the Universe’s playground;
an alien, my Venus,
joined me on the carousal
of life lived as warriors.

In her telescope, I could see Pleiades
dance to the Jovian beat
of the moon’s orchestra.

The star’s bow of enchantment
strums a mirror of self,
guiding Voyager’s evolution
along the good red road.

Sirius and Venus, (wolf and Goddess)
with paw in hand,
race the asteroid of illusion
within the black hole life.

Pierced by the arrow of love,
from Venus’s crossbow,
a yelp and howl resonates
in our horoscope.

Beautiful,,, A vision of pure delight

eros has been busy