Lovestruck
Pierre Roustan
Her cinnamon sensuality enchants
My eyes--her eyes
Coddle me, a sweet starry
Ambrosia is she.
Her fascinating beauty,
Her blueberry charm,
Her passion of peace
Showers me like
Fudge over vanilla icecream--
It amazes me.
Like brindled gingerbread,
I stand before her--
Her gossamer
Wings breezing me,
Her cavalier spirit
And her flippant features
Of strawberry candy
Hues giving supple sentiments,
The mirror made
Easier to envision my face.
To know who I am
That is pure and good--
And wishing I could sleep
Inside her,
This sacred place.
