Where was I in the sky

that made your constellation

align with my sun?

Where did the ram graze

that so happened to be

where the virgin lay resting?


Did an archer banish you

from the interstellar hunt

to send you drifting

into my lonely mountain?


Or was it the gods,

with their jokes,

manipulating mortals

to doom us with love?


Be it gods,

universal bodies,

the flippant luck

of a tossed coin.


My Venus was set

but now

it is in you.