JMW Turner in the Bath:

I have this affection for the mould in the bath,
crawling up the faucet from the porcelain.

It's life and death:
organisms feasting on rot.

I trace their curves with my fingers
and wonder about their lives.

From the neglected base of Mars
black,

blooming into icy ceruleans,
molested by burnt siennas.

It's the same as the sky in November
above the accident on 208,

where we all, human,
having to slow to turn our heads.

Turner, hear me here:
from your sea-faring living and dying,

come back,
just for this, for me:

It is only your tides and your clouds
that are blissfully, still becoming.

aspect

Venus conjunct Pluto:

You look upon sex as an almost religious opportunity for self-dissolution and union with the universal whole. For you sex contains the seeds of enlightenment through immolation of the ego in the fires of physical passion.  (source:  Linda Goodman)