Look not at the mirror’s or the photograph’s disguise, your beauty’s truth is only there for someone else’s eyes. The Sun’s blind to his glory – the illuminated Earth is all he sees before him with her living, teeming worth. If he tells her she astonishes that with her face love was won but every morning turns her head to behold the shining Sun.
A man alone atop a ship Takes midnight watch, his people sleep Through passage narrow he must keep Sharp eye lest navigation slip. The large decaying moon glowed bright The rocks around were clearly lit But there a softer curve did sit Emerging forms born out of night Shine of eye, torrent of hair Dewy skin and throat demure Her concave yearnings salted pure A warm night’s wind breathed through the air And his breath caught as sure as hers His duty now seemed but a curse Mere threat of death could not be worse Than sailing on as course occurs Enchanted with her moonlit face Her beckoning limbs and burning gaze, And freed from the reason of his days The sailor leapt to her embrace Such vessels wreck on reefs like these with surface rippling over deep Their longing lives forever keep So many hearts are lost in seas Man in desperation torn And shore’s desire for kiss of foam Hid jagged truth: his final home. Now see in the red strip of dawn That legs of sand and smooth rose-shell Condemned his soul to briny Hell
——— I guess I was feeling Gothic, hope you like it! It’s a first draft, and may need some more tweaking. This was inspired by a poem by poesypluspolemics, a blog I very much enjoy reading. Go see if you can spot what I stole!