She let me watch her removing her armour
Each buckle proved an arousing trial
Her nudity’s beguiling book, a Ulysses type
Guileless, we’d lie untiring
A reed-tied brook nearby
Dreaming in purply, Caesary pie
I would not wish to move but do not know that I could
A pleasant bind, finding oneself tied, finding we tried
Despite distances of time and physical miles
The mires I crossed to admire distantly
Your piston judgement
The sun disc of your Minoan face
I jump bulls outside your place to prove my faith
You seem my fate, how dainty a plaything
How dropped one could efface forever
Make a wraith, fail to sustain the blaze bespoke made
For me to take.
Alchemisland 
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