Mélomanie

It slips off me, Like velvety moss drip. I open my eyes To take in the sun. In my ear, something rings, With disheveled hair Turning to the side, My divine masculine sits. Engrossed in tones and keys, He plays a melody On a fair maiden beauty With his mind’s eye, he sees Lands elusive

Ambrosial

It has been a year Since I’m mesmerized And filled with an ecstatic nostalgia Each time your reflection is brighter and more tempting Lady, your beauty is astounding Each time I held my breath Fooled I was as you just filled my lungs with your air This nymph-like beauty of yours Has bewitched my soul