venus sat down at last on a hard pine stump & sighed to the wind: ' blow, big boy, blow! possess me, caress me, distress my hair! i'm all yours, if you've got the time. no one else seems to know i'm there. for you, big boy, believe me, i'm already a meadow. just feel my flowers! honey, i could spend hours making you happy, giving you joy— we're all looking for love, even Love! even me! even this stump that in life was a tree! '