A man after my own uterus. 🙂 The symbolism works very well in this poem in correlation to the serene tone of the painting.

My Poetry Metronome

She serenades your Venus;
Now a hemorrhaging tear in your canvas.

She lingers there among sastrugi,
Offering safety from your chaos.

Count sheep while she plays.
Rest your head on her lullabies.

Let her fingers knead
At your dysmenorrhea

Until you are sound asleep.

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