On a Profile Picture From Facebook

So cosy when from the comfort of your bed You slipped a picture into my head And teased the longing of my heart. Strange, for there is nothing now to see That's lewd, or even naked like the moon Covered with jasmines so I may swoon She comes each litany of night Through the trees and dripping wet Ravishing the solace of my sight She spread her legs on my window awhile Her bright nothingness, soft and mild Seducing the ache and hunger of my tongue To whisper words and lick dry her songs From the globe of her aromatic breast To that place where the crimson apple rest And when the curtains like a veil blows Like a veil of clouds fall away in a heap What joyous proportions her body shows In a heap of light cuddled upon the floor Daring my silence in stillness to explore Soft contours only the soul can touch Once in stillness on my bed she lay Framed in the milky legends of the past And O what constant spell upon my hell she casts Time then was too short to know it all Too short to spend my love's treasures store The seasons change, the tides rise and fall The beauty of the skin is so superficial What it tells us is only external While it blinds our eyes from the honey core Beauty strips us, and make our passions whores To the little brevity that time peels Love is beyond what our humanity feels I would know more of the moon tonight And ease the longing of my heart But here another picture eclipses her light.