AN ODE TO APHRODITE…
My thirst was quenched when I first beheld you
Blessed are those eyes that have partaken your sight
You are a living reincarnation of Goddess Aphrodite
You possess me, I adore you,
I am your slave at your beck and call
I am an egoless man now,
Once a proud man I was.
Before you this six foot man
Doth stand an inch tall
Part those divine lips
Let the flame kindle
Yet pause a little,
Speech is not an attribute in which your pristine self dabbles
what would the servant Speech do for you?
The work of voice you have none,
For what use would articulation be to one-
Whose eyes are worth unfathomable suns?
O! Miss. Pulchritude
Would you care to be aware of my presence?
Of him who stands rooted to spot
Lest he misses the moment when
your blessed glance on him falls.