Poem – “Beneath my Light” – Romantic Poetry – 2/7/2020

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Stare up to me,
Child of my sight, beneath me.
For I love, and have loved, a woman so frail in her plight.
And among all the battles to fight,
I have stopped here
To see beneath me, a woman who stares up to my light.
But, I make myself humble
Even in my radiance.

Her kisses have been a wondrous consumption
Of decadent delights.
Enough to tear away all frights
From the singing turmoils haunting me in the night.
Her lips, a smoothed red
Over silky, bulbous flesh.
Likes stripes of molten ruby
Over the contrasting ivory skin.

I am not God,
Because, I’ve nothing to show for Kingdoms.
I am humble,
A man made worthy
For a woman vowed to be in my arms,
Until the moon showers its tears
Upon my throat
,
Upon her delicate eyes.

Of all her sorry sighs
During years, pledged to grief’s embrace.
I have sworn myself to her loss,
And vowed to clean it from her heart.

What else to do,
Else to make her brand new?