thoughts of eros

Were I to have your eyes,
eyes that swoon the stars to shine,
I'd love me with these eyes.
I'd wash me with these eyes,
and bring our tender manner
to its etiquette and grace,
and conjur our deepest passions
to their potent restraint.

I'd lose my willfulness.
I'd lose it in love.

Were I sculpt of your beauty,
drawn in liquid color,
I'd pour my dance into my skin
and move the world to melody.

I'd lose my fear.
I'd lose it in love.

Were I to have your nature,
spilled in heart and caved in sugar,
I'd wash you in delight
and ravish your footsteps on this earth.

I'd lose my agony.
I'd lose it in love.

Were I nurturant;
were I beauty; and,
were I wanted for my tenderness and silk,
I'd rise to the occassion...
ah!..so that's it!...

I'd play my part.
I'd use it for love.

 Copyright 1993 Brian Hayes