The longer I stare the lovelier <br />you look in my eyes (so made such <br />mirrors and spies) and I'm not done <br />yet as I enumerate the virtues <br />of your smile, gracious in defeat, <br />victorious in love, your breasts <br />and belly and below, the zone I'd <br />like to zone in on, your ankles <br />unshod, your brassiere and panties <br />strewn on the floor, you are <br />my Psyche (Greek for memory or soul) <br />and I will visit your sleep tonight <br />you won't see me but I'll be there <br />beside you for hours and when <br />you wake in my arms I will kiss <br />your eyes shut and then kiss you more<br /><br />David Lehman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-psyche/
