22 January 2009

How Utterly You Beguile (rev)

The_Beguiling_of_Merlin_by_Edward_Burne-Jones

oh so familiar the smile
on your face – it is no surprise
your lips narrate a fulsomeness
which radiates from graceful
ardent eyes

there is no space for angst or
cracking discontent, your smile
was meant for mending fences
where raw anger rendered
saddened states of disrepair

again I am consumed with it,
a love attuned to it, the air of
and the wear of it etched
unrepentantly in the sheer
magnanimity of you

how utterly you beguile!
© 17 January 2007, I. D. Carswell