upon blinding beauty of youth.
save for the face gracing my sight, i see nothing glorious to beholdtruthfully, mine eyes are going, but knowing this makes me bold:
with fingers to taste the skin akin to fire, i know
the dips and curves that swerve into touch and go;
for a lick of my lips gives me a tip to act upon--
a trick for a treat meets our mouths then gone.
go down to escape, making haste
to chaste diversions not forgotten, not wasted
but not pure; a cure for the ailment
of desire that transpires to entertainment...
shut my eyes and go blind to this world
and into the next one head-first i'm hurled--
brown, blue, but i see you!
burn into my vision the vision of you.
go back to those days crazed with lunacy?
i say no, let's go, and trip delightful in ecstacy.