She Is For The Weak And Wise (Revised)

She is for the weak and wise.
Her, no clever coy disguise.
My sense of safety risks no rise
From She or Her colorless eyes.

Her kiss was not the sweetest grace
That my naive young lips would taste.
Not Her green eyes did thoughts displace,
But I was lost in Kali's face.

I did not throw myself at She
Just to recoil instantly.
She uttered no heart-scouring plea,
But Annie bore the tragedy.

It wasn't She who, all alone,
Ensnared my heart to forge Her throne.
She did not shatter all I'd known,
But Meghann splintered hope like bone.

Come, Boy, speak up now, crass and clear
To utter truth in utter fear
'Til smudged is penmanship by tear.
The Bard to Muse speaks. Let Her hear.

Kali, I was not worth your time.
Annie, how I lament my crime.
Meghann, your smile still stings sublime.
My Love, you've never left my mind.

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.