Oh, you heard me.
You, with the big dark eyes.
(Seems Eros is anchored on this one)
I might like a taste beyond your lips,
beyond a few sensuous moments.
And your name
rolls off my tongue, falls in
syllable droplets, like myself, to your feet,
and dances around and comes back
to my ears, to my mind, wherein dreamt
are your big dark eyes,
Mr. Light Hair. Oh,
you heard me.