Erotica/A Portrait


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A Portrait
Shot gold and shadow brown, her glorious hairSeemeth to hold faint sunbeams tangled whereIts mazy ringlets cluster o'er a browBuilt low and broad, which shines as white as snow.Rose-tinted cheek, straight nose, and pouting mouth,Breath laden with all spices of the south,Whose lips' red luscious ripeness draw my soulOut of my breast. Her form's distracting wholePerfection from the tiny close-set earO'er shapely neck and bosom which appearSmooth swelling fields to court an amorous kiss(Ah, what a banquet for my soul were this),Melting in gracious lines t'wards hands and feetFashioned Titania-like for any faery meet—No fault; no flaw; Love spreads a cloudless skyIn her unfathomable eyes, till I,Bending my lips to hers, become, alas, awareThat in her chin deceit lurks dimpled there.
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