A remembered Venus

My soul is older than 
your fears, your affections.

Like water it’s a salve 
for invisible wounds,
the nicks and cuts from
choosing paths unknown. 

Hot to the touch, 
there’s a fire behind it
devouring oxygen,
a never ending genesis. 

Ultimately its stillness
is grounded in the earth,
security provided in contrast
to freedom found in skies. 

Of this my bones are sure,
while the rest of it is fleeting.