Venus and Mars

I thought they were planets, instead I
found out they were my accusers. Each
page, every paragraph, another proof
of what I did--and do--wrong.  I always
knew that I was not of this place, always
believed that some other soul was
journeying to find me in this realm, though.

I have been
ever narrowing my direction to be
certain that he would enter my arc, my
tractorbeam of connection; now this.
Accuser, scanning the crowd of
readers, alighting on me, with a
satisfactory pronouncement, "HER."  (Do
not be like her.)

Should I give up? I give up. I do
not know this dance. Otherworldly I
only know how to trip and catch
myself, fall and land laughing, only
in the dark and alone do the tears come
and the blame and recrimination, "When
you gonna learn the Martian way?"

Thwarted by my Venutian heritage, intergalactic
citizenship notwithstanding, I
twist and turn on the wind of time, caught
in space on planet earth, howling for
my lost love.