Describing beauty is not easy,
but surely one can learn how to speak
to impressionable eyes, to instance
such things as their glistening in the dawn
and then take possession of tongues and lips
which mouth their wants in that same dawn.
But, facing you my lips are dry
to the questions I see in your eyes
and your hair’s careless sweep.
I have forgotten cliches
in the intimacy of our talk and touch:
my unused lips cannot express
my unanalysed need
to take you gently,
and convince even you of your sweetness
Basil
Absolutely wonderful, fullfathom5. I’ve found a true poet!