05 December 2010

Artisan


Artisan




























The gift of your eyes surprises;
it is an amber almondness with
which you charm a view of who
I am yet messaged in the hand
that moves sincerity – and then
there’s no denying where I’d
willingly abide, you capture
heart and mind as easy prey.


It is the way you openly invite
a benefice exciting my intrusion
pure of artifice – and I fall victim
of desire that melts the earth;
you bend the World around this
bliss with supernatural artistry
© 29 July 2010, I. D. Carswell