Helena

Written by: Dr.Ram Mehta

Make men stretch their arms, to wake in her eyes

Finger on lip, ring not on middle, mouth lovely

With hair like lakes that glint beneath the stars


With the shades of occidental and oriental beauty

Her lips suck forth my soul; ah, see where it flies

There will I swell for heaven is in those lips pouty.


This is the face that can launch a thousand rockets

Burn the topless towers of any earth’s location.

She’s ready to claim what nature gave her in tons.


See you freshly bathed with glowing soft skin

The flowers like earth, moon and stars in hair

Piercing grey-black eyes alluring to commit sin.


The fuller pouty lower lip, inviting my upper

Making me nervous to touch, increase my beats

Know the tips, beautiful lips sink the ships ever.


Sweet Helena, make me immortal with a kiss.

Come, Helen, come, give me my soul again.

The world without you, everything is dross.

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Tenth place win in:
Dr. Ram Mehta
Partly inspired by Christopher Marlowe’s lines in his play Doctor Faustus
Contest: Tell Her Story sponsored by Constance La France