Who could have
known
Your face would
launch a thousand
ships ,
the forbidden taste of
blood red lips
Stolen,
How delicate
Your hand ,
And smooth
The curve of hip,
Your form tender
As etherial dove,
An embodied love,
On wings
Set free
caressed by sun
And spread in open air
Across
The glistening waves
Of the emerald seas
That
are
your
eyes.