Based on Botticelli’s painting by the same name
What Venus sees when she surveys her love,
The half-drunk Mars who cannot stay awake,
We only know, or dare to guess because
The God of War can slumber in her gaze.
That she, Goddess of Love, remains composed
After she consummates her pact with war
May be a testament that what she holds
Is stronger, in the end, than brutal force.
Or maybe pleasure stills her quiet mind,
And only we, who see that she still wakes,
Assume she searches her lover to find
The words to seal the pact that they have made-
If love and war shall be forever joined,
Let he who speaks of victors have no voice.