Joyful Fall

Joyful Fall

The ghost of Venus escaped last evening.
She took hold of my pen and spilled
liquid inspiration, bringing to bear my very air.

When Cupid's arrow came back to me,
I cradled it in my hands.
"Catch me on my way down!", I plead -
my legs dropping away in response
to bones of spun silk which liquefy beneath love's heat.

And though i fell tumbling
through many levels of of perplexity,
I came to light upon the highest cloud