His Beauty

by Amanda Blanchard
(North Carolina)

his beauty kills me
a look
a smile
a goofy glare
how many times I've died !
there's the trembling lip
that begs for frequent admiration
with it's heart-shaped bow
and delicate touch
that fouls my thoughts -
and the eyes !
the brandy eyes
that hold my gaze
soft and wanting
always honest
knowing how to persuade
knowing how to eat me alive !
to say that I get lost in them
would be an insult
I'm not lost,
but held prisoner
tortured by his amber glance