Olympiana

OLYMPIANA Some can wear glasses Some cannot She was the latter type Slender Young Brunette With hair and skin fine enough for shoulder display Graceful hands The rest covered by winter dress I couldn’t help but stare Of this she was quite unaware There is a type (I had in mind) for glasses Slender Young Almost blond With tragically short hair Anything but liberated Well she blew the image Held my gaze in carnal vice The male will fantasize invent shapes touches aromas even tastes She was beyond this somehow I suppose it must have been Olympian And there sat I in worshipful abeyance MADDENING! The placing of such a person seemingly has no reference There sat I at foot of the peak Transfixed! When? All at once! She looked up! This bucktoothy smile……….. And the rocks came tumbling down all round