To Psyche

The longer I stare the lovelier you look in my eyes (so made such mirrors and spies) and I'm not done yet as I enumerate the virtues of your smile, gracious in defeat, victorious in love, your breasts and belly and below, the zone I'd like to zone in on, your ankles unshod, your brassiere and panties strewn on the floor, you are my Psyche (Greek for memory or soul) and I will visit your sleep tonight you won't see me but I'll be there beside you for hours and when you wake in my arms I will kiss your eyes shut and then kiss you more