Creator
perfected verve
past theatre
in this curve
so finely
wrought
— so divinely —
I caught
my breath, riveted
— and my world
since then pivoted
’round unfurled
standard proud
of twin moons
unshrouded by clouds
— and I swooned,
captured
like ocean tide
enraptured —
to ride
waves high
at their siren call,
becked nigh
— or to fall —
I’m a man mortal
in stocks,
goddess — portal
thy buttocks.
