To Ponder, on You...

I pondered in the evening, as a September sun ceases

On what it would mean to be in your arms

I thought of its night on how the stars would align,

Wrapping our fingers in love.

 

Would Aphrodite cry by your striking eyes

Knowing, I am not hers to keep?

For your beauty alone, casts the stone

Crafting a sinner out of me.

 

To invoke this confession, oh goddess, I profess this:

Your words, they rack me with grief.

For the less that you say is the hell that I pay

When it is you all the more–I need.

 

This Virulent spell by your Vulpine stare

A brown-eyed charm to my amorous dreams.

If blessed with a moment: your touch, us holding

Death, would be well worth the sleep.

 

In the face of all odds, you are the face I fall on,

As your smile is my calming sea,

Do not mistake this expression as an act of obsession

While I’m rowing in the waters of Lethe

 

I pondered in the evening as August went leaving

On what it would mean to enter your heart

Under late-night coals over a beautiful soul

Diving deep into your gleaming iris.