Tuesday, August 10, 2010

A bit of poetry


thou art brazen

to walk in human form.

As could my hands


the beauty that is you,

And would that I was able

to caress such muscled stone

in the likeness of a god

‘Neath my palms

in beauty’s reign,

Tis your visage

I would work

And, when the gods

fell to jealousy

would only I call my task


For your reflection

would win Narcissus’ pool,

And topple Olympus

at your feet.

I guess I should have known when I wrote this poem years ago that I was destined to write YA, because that young guy in the picture was the kind of Adonis I saw when I wrote it. Funny how hindsight is 20/20.


Jessie said...


AE Rought said...

Thanks, Jessie! It's one of my favorites.