My
downfall: those
pink articulate lips
Divinely flavoured
portals to a
mouth
Where
soul dissolves...eyes darting
Beneath
black brows, snares for the
heart
And the
milk-white breasts, well shaped
The
twin rosebuds,
fair beyond other
flowers
To itemize thus - is this to cast dogs a bone?
The poet's pen - secret as reeds of Midas?
Dioskorides
3rd century BCE