My Downfall

My downfall: those pink articulate lips
Divinely flavoured portals to a mouth
Where soul dissolves....eyes darting
Beneath black brows, snares for the heart,
And the milk-white breasts, well shaped,
The twin rosebuds, fair beyond other flowers.

To itemize thus--is this to cast dogs a bone?
The poet's pen- secret as reeds of Midas?

Dioskorides (3th Cent) translated by Peter Whigham

Invocation by Frederic Lord Leighton

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