More Like Lightning

    More Like Lightning

He argued that her face was full of faults

But perfect beauty was their startling end.

Those imperfections listed were the vaults

To her immaculate and lovely blend

Contending with a theoretical

Ideal.  My lover, though, was more than that.

His beauty was not hypothetical.

Her female beauty never could combat

His male inducements in their stretched out strength.

Her nose and eyes were sweet like some dawn flower,

But his swelled features, masculine in length

And muscled veins, mastered her lesser power.

..His power was everywhere I looked at him.

….His masculinity made her look prim.