A Falling In

My muse wears hues Ukrainian,
Bright auburn eyes, sienna skin.
Where jawline flows to flawless chin
Her slightest smile beguiles men.
Thus effortless was I drawn in,
Thus, stupefied, did toil begin.

Though, I confess, my eyes are weak,
Know this: even to fools like me
Mere pits of beauty prove no feat.
While miles wide they lie and wreak,
While sirens, songs employed, snag feet,
Perfumed edges are seldom deep.

So how, five months since first locked glance,
Do I remain so deep in trance?
Subtle this trap, no vast expanse,
Yet walls expand as I advance!
Or do I shrink beneath their slants?
To what depths have I plunged perchance?

Strange muse, I've heard her soft whisper
To no one in particular
Her utmost for His highest mirth,
Consistencies of soil and earth,
Intent to see the last made first.
Such myst'ry beats my heart for hers!

Therein my myst'ry is expelled,
That once into her first I fell
I fell with still no floor to tell
For beauty deep as Jacob's well.
I'll wrestle with my muse angel
Until she calls me Israel.

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An adult male

Soiled and knowing it

Incapable of this life

For now or for good

If I offer no cup of cold water

What is the cost?

Don't look

Down my throat

A dangerous alleyway

Dark with greasy walls

Dripping

Oozing tar

Beats something

Unsavory

If I offer from a chest like this

What is the cost?

Rich

We ought to need

As the poor overflow

Fat

We slowly starve

But the gaunt will feast

Snug

We will shiver

When the naked are clothed

Sheltered

We best fear

For the vulnerable will know True rest

Yet nothing is moved that suffers no touch

So until this distance be bested

All remains unmoved

Unsavory