by Jeph Johnson
Nearly perfection supersedes the best
Venus has to offer my endearments
Enraptured in a tight flowery dress
And spoken like someone insecure meant
Fair like a maiden, not unfair to fade
Hindu Goddess Uma described exact
Wishing Cupid's intermixed arrows made
It all the way past myth's eras and back
Sultry and unrestrained without pretense
Gracefully sauntering staggering me
Just a quick glance and I am in a trance
The memories of similarity
I'm made to look at the movie marque
Stare at the screen to glimpse what may be seen