Eyes

Suppose the eyes so clear had pulled me in
The blue of the lagoon that’s almost green
I’d drown in love and wash in carnal sin
If I was ever by such beauty seen
He’s long in limb so fluid every move
Deliberate each gesture drips with grace
I dream my fevered brow his hand might soothe
The touch of god on such a mortal face
And though his masculinity is soft
He isn’t Venus he is ruled by Mars
Ethereal with golden head aloft
So sensual he’s known the kiss of stars
And in the mirror craves divinity
The eyes that do not know humanity

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Author: thepoetautist

A Gay poet of fifty odd years who is currently living in Cambodia.

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