You, the Grail

[Dark Muse]

You, the Grail

The taste of your lips
gives me my eternal youth
live forever in your eyes

You are the fountain
of which all legends speak
and no longer do I seek.

[qimissung]

This reminds me of Edna St. Vincent Millay's poem, "First Fig." You said it all in six, Dark Muse.

[Dark Muse]

I haven't read that one, but I will have to check it out now.