Just Her Eye

My eyes follow this superior broad

Wishing serenely for our gaze to align

So that she may see the want in my eye,

The Desire that so zealously awakened

To the start of her line.

The Lady proceeds, our gaze never to have been so kind,

Leaving me abandoned- alone with this failing image

She so unknowingly left before me.

Oh, Lady,

Don’t run, my Lady, don’t tempt me like a saintly Lucifer.

Divine’s tears fall in her hair- on her skin and cloth,

As other Ladies gleam and gawk, yet she knows not.

Her long legs-damning the walkways with leather soles, laces- and heels

Embracing those blessed fiends.

The Lady dares me,

Tempts me-when she stops!

Then…

Her lace, it has come undone.

Shocked is her eye, she stoops to tie,

Begging me-Daring me! To come and say “Hi”.

I start- slowly, gracefully,

As if I have not a care in the world,

I skip and strut towards this beauty,

Swinging my arms like a casual buffoon.

Fool!

Then!-

Yes!- then, the most abhorring of male voices

Calls out the most loveliest of names

To which the Lady then stands, forgetting her lace,

A smile that is sin

Directed at him!

His smile is such, he struts to touch-

They kiss…

I stare, my heart in my hand, they kiss…

The most opprobrious of kisses to be made in such a place.

Yet I ache…

Longingly for those lips to be on mine,

I turn away- walk away- as if!- I had not intended to claim such a lovely Dame.

Her image grasp my mind like a lover to theirs and I cannot help but wonder;

“Had the dazzling eye, of such a young beauty, caught mine?”

The Sculpture

The curves on that Sculpture,
Those tendrils engraved.

Smile, my darling, brighter than the stars,
Warm yourself with your modest blush.

The mirror- you see the mirror- the Sculpture
Inside, watching you watch, naked and such.

Do not look away from such a masterpiece!
Your Sculpture made of Gold-embraced by loving Diamonds!

Smile!- my darling, brighter than the sun stilled,
Now adorn your Sculpture in fiery velvet, the beauteous seed.

The curves on that Sculpture… those tendrils engraved,
Veiled in fiery velvet voluminous on that bright beautiful Gold.

Priceless Gold… Priceless Beauty…Priceless Art!
Unbreakable is that Sculpture, no mortal dare act.

So smile, my love, the Sculpture is fine,
Stand high with me and model your guile.