As I gaze across a crowded room
My eyes fall on a woman of myth and legend.
A mane of shimmering coal and corn silk
flows like a quiet river past elegant shoulders.
Piercing eyes adorn the face
of the goddess before me.
Tearing through my very soul
they hold the softest heart yet found.
satin lips call to me
for the kiss that captures gods.
Can I, a mere man,
withstand such a creature?
when all I wish to do
is give myself to her.
Patrick Maxey
Revised December 7, 2002
