Between two worlds
One of tangibility, solid, and ornamented by faith,
The other a mystical dream
Unbounded by natural law and space,
On two mutually exclusive planes.
Botticelli paints Mary behind the eyes of Venus
As ancient Greece plays with static ideals.
Born of a scallop shell, she emerges as a pearl
On her thrown of mount Olympus.
The illusion frees her from the manipulation of dimension
Allowing her proudly to stand in classical majesty.
He paints the world in vibrant color
With the selective sense of a maestro.
Bodies formed by sensuality and inspired to dance
Are in a captured moment, within the repertoire of rapture.
Now in her garden, Venus accompanies
The coming of spring; a birth of flowers
Conceived out of union—love.
Cupid flies above, arrows in hand.
Algea, Eurosyne, and Thalia
Flow in unison with transparency and cheer
Beauty abounds.
He paints the world in vibrant color
With the selective sense of a maestro
Bodies formed by sensuality and inspired to dance
Are in a captured moment, within the repertoire of rapture.
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