‘ Masculine Majesty … ’ <br />Medieval Lines # 2 <br /> <br />Lo’ and Behold … Thy Masculine Majesty <br />Thy Manliness, Suits Thee, Most Perfectly <br />As Knightly Swain, doth’ this Maid Elate <br />Wherefore Thy Warrior Hands, Commence Passionate <br /> <br />Thy Kingly Eyes, Glisten-Graciously, Wise <br />And Smolder My Sight, as Sun doth’ Skies <br />Thy Princely Lips, Whence Wine doth’ Drip <br />Dare I Partake One Sip, ere’ Swoon and Skip? <br /> <br />Thy Presence and Essence, art’ Aphrodisiac to My Soul <br />I Beseech Thee, Sup from Mine Alchemy-Bowl <br />Forsooth, by Thine Bow and Arrow <br />and Mine Own, Blood, Bone Marrow … <br /> <br />… I Must Have Thee, lest’ I Wail in Sorrow <br />I Forswear The Handsomeness of Any Other Fellow <br />The Look of Thee, Melts Me … Like Candle Tallow <br />Thence … I Shall Seek Thy Love … on The Morrow <br /> <br />Lo’ and Behold … Thy Masculine Majesty …<br /><br />MoonBee Canady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/masculine-majesty/
