The Heart is a Throne, the Heart is a Womb, the Heart is a Maze, the Heart is a Tomb

Venus rx in Leo, Cazimi
Venus in opposition to natal Moon conjuct Saturn
Venus conjuct natal Chiron

I only write when I am moving
moist messages across freckled skin,

flaking from spittle and cum
like sea foam forming vague glass

eyed visions across my view
of these marble tongues. 

Is this a haunting, or an ecstasy? 

I only write when I am loaded up with lethargy
like a laith in the noonday heat, or when I am pent up,

panting period blood seeping down the side of my leg,
staining altar pews where I have stopped my prayers kneeling

with the fury of my pressed palms and stare only wide eyed at the litany of trees,

willow and pine painting the skyline. 
I have given birth to the minotaur of my own memory,

but our father doesn't understand. In his wisdom, he has locked
the Beast away within the labyrinth. The only way to find him is to

mimic a mirror and learn to unravel any lingering locks of thesian thread. 
Am I standing strong in my power? Can my enemies hear me roar, as the ocean floor

trembles with every vowel spoken in my terrible and most cunning name?
I have entered the arena starving, and sick with infection at the cuts from my own knife.

Still, ready to fight. 

I left my home to march towards war
that no one hears or sees.

How can I expect my wife to wait around,
or sing and weep

for me?