Simple as it seems,
It is not so easy being bewitched
by your eyes,
or your smile,
or some divine angle of curvature
of hips and breasts and neck
and … oh my God I’m lost again…
… wait, there I am;
hopelessly enthralled by dark ringlets
that end at your shoulders,
but lead me down into the depths of empty want.
A yawning chasm of endless, empty longing,
where I clutch vainly for some purchase on my sanity.
I hear your voice
and I am sure,
as the sun rises in the east,
that you are a sorceress.
The enchantments escaping every parting of your lips
defy my will
and beggar my sense of reason
to the point where your words
sound like another language.
We must not be of the same species.
Your ancestry must come from some long forgotten race of man,
Touched my the genetic markers of higher divinity.
I am certain you were dreamt of by artists,
designed by sacred science,
and blessed by holy rights to be perfect in the sight of men.
Radiant.
I am stricken.
I am actually ill.
I never asked for this enthrallment.
Please I beg you,
be my only light in life,
or snuff my soul’s flame now
and let me rest!
Exquisite and excruciating;
your gaze makes my heart beat faster,
so that I become lightheaded
and high on whatever toxins the body produces
when madly in love.
Instantly addicted
and hopelessly seduced;
I have my doubts that the devil
could entice me further.
I am stupefied.
No longer capable of thoughts of anything
but you.
Free me, beautiful witch,
from your spell,
or free me from this world,
For I have seen it’s apex,
it’s crowning triumph,
it’s perfection.
In the light in your eyes,
in your smile
and in your being.
It was is easy falling in love with you
as falling off a cliff,
except in this case,
you’ve push me.
HG – 2016
