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.