Yours is a beauty of shades deep and dark
Blues, grays and the greens by the silver glade,
Which your tress and hem cause to go and fade
A ripple across a mirror like a mark
That beauty made, as beauty draped a shade
Before your pocks in fractions by the day.
As though ashamed, prudence calls you amiss
Unmasked by shadow, jewelry and dress,
While my candor undoes with each caress
Each lovely gloom and sparkle for a kiss,
As if to undo, if not yet undone,
Your fear with my smile, the light of the sun.
Confidence needs be, if never before,
Wrapped in carnality to its core.
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