Happy passionate eyes, and lips
which taste of buttermilk
when love is brushed just so
...and she has paintings
which strike the thought,
the inward vision,
much like sex
or politics

enthralling the mind
of poets, kings
and the idiot boy
with all of the luster
and richness
of a simple food
...so that I in my latter life,
the kind which leans and listens,
never would enjoy a different nude