Gentle Image

Your gentle image transforms me
And I stumble from myself
Sliding down your lips
Resting in the shade of your eyes
Rolling in shiny hoops from your ears
I become another
And you become my lady
You are watching me with delicate eyes
From everywhere you watch
All your eyes shine lovely
And I am not the same from the watching
I imagine your skin
And the cold burn of your lips
I am startled
By your possession of feminine
Demure in frank beauty
Naturally you shine