La Belle Fleur Sauvage

Your eyes exploit my weaknesses;
compromise my most intimate vulnerabilities.
Agh! This is foolish love - things of a tease,
and unto my heart, impossibly sweet kisses.

I am sorry - I cannot resist staring,
even if in doing so I lose my sensible self
in New York City living that from the Midwest fell
into your lap, and the glory you are bearing:

Flawless Physique; echoes of youthful years
that seem to have lingered graciously, captivated
as much as I am now - surely never to be liberated,
content to indulge in this sweet wine lest it disappears.

Surely I am a fool to watch on from this distance,
blindly content with being less than a name or a face;
less than a sparkle in the eye of my Goddess - Her Grace!

Reviews

[SammMG]

To long is both a wonderful and wrenching feeling. It's a beautiful picture that paint in this poem, and for that I say wonderful job.

[Colin Kingsden]

Thanks for reading as always, Samm!

-C. Kingsden

[~]

Colin, this is a very well written sonnet! I really enjoyed the imagery and the longing for that special lady.
Great choice of words!

[Colin Kingsden]

Thank you for the feedback!

Cheers,
-C. Kingsden