Shall I compare you to the Mona Lisa.
Uncertain
Unknown smile
Impassioned, at once,
Mother, lover, and woman?
Lyric presence.
Yellow form reclining among the
Silent remnants
Of sorrowing flesh.
Crossing above the water
Stumbling over the resident memories
Of discarded calcium mausoleums
Kneeling before your absurd majesty.
Voluptuous enigma.
If only you might devour
My heart
My lungs
My liver
And whatever disreputable man-stuff
Remains.
Yet rejecting that,
You may gnaw
At will
And forever
On my mind.