transit (for my ilonggo lover)

Yesterday’s view of planet Venus passing across the sun’s disk was obscured by the raging rainclouds of typhoon Frank.

Shame on you, Venus
For frustrating desperados
Of that awaited kiss
On the face of the sun.
These fools claim, lovers they become
Only when it’s written in the stars
But look, Venus,
Here we are, my beloved and I,
Doing the very spectacle you denied.
And we need not appease the gods
Nor observe eclipses or exorcise storms
Off these islands too unkeen to help fate along.