Another Venus

Armless, headless, onyx
weight shifts to the left foot
the other leg bent at the knee
a modest gesture shielding
her love muscles
belly and hips
square over thick thighs
pressed close, a ballast of strength
her trunk dips to the left,
almost a twist, a nod
to a natural posture, a middle-aged
sculpture but for the breasts so
oddly at their prime.