I
You are
An Apollonian delight to the eye,
A divine revelation to man,
Your hair
A million honeyed velvet strands
Foretelling days of Spring
Your eyes
Two bluebirds on high
Twittering black haloed mysteries -
The love for Hyacinth
And Troilus,
The beauty of Narcissus
And Venus’ dead Adonis.
II
When God speaks, terror strikes men;
It was boring, but I got to dress up!
A chat betwix me and my love turned into something that I used as a base for this poem. I restructed it a little (the first two I arranged rhythmically, etc) but the content is the same...
Lover: A peck upon your neckline first then on your chest plant a kiss.
Let me run my hands from pit to waist with a featherweight caress;
below I’ll save a stronger touch, but soft and light on the less,
and
...palming each muscle, each crevice, each spot...
I saw a Dracula ballet today, and just finished watching Frankenstein (movie), and at the end of both I wanted to cry.
Am I the only one who cries at horror (rather than cheezy romance) movies?
He sent me this poem but Google mucked up the translation. For one it says he's a girl - (-:
Seré yo el joven que hace sus sueños dulces como la hidromiel?
O es el igneo destello de sus ojos al recordarme el acusador?
Quién es el mas bravo pirata para juzgar mi sín razón,
que llevandola en mi almohada la pienso como un don...?
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