Droplets

Alas.. The artless reaction she makes
The painless fraction my heart takes
Motionless eyelid mourns its prisonment
Thoughtless mind snatches the excitement

Eyes celebrate the sessile eyelids lament
Lips long for her flawless body’s discernment
Hands await pawing her hair
Legs enjoy loitering over there

Nose races smooching the sweet
arch of her neck
My inflammable innocence pleasantly blazed
upon a flake
The Garden of Eden is the Garland she wears
The Helen of Troy is the Peer she hires

Birth let her design her own beauty
Death itself is to bend before
her poetic mighty
It is by her countenance, kindled
my poetic ecstasy
And dragged deep to faint in fantasy

Here the muse, I, with love, been seeking
The Frosted Poetic blood of mine now leaking
If it is my Love reading
Let me die dry bleeding

This Poem is To that exotic expression
She is the radiance for my frosted poetic blood to melt and ebb👸