• Like the sunset
    your eyes shimmer.
    with an amber warmth;
    they will fall into
    the night, invisible to all.

    The sun knows this beauty;
    this show is finite.
    Everyday it promises beauty,
    and sorrow.

    Like Medusa,
    your eyes entrap
    wanderers into an abyss;
    they will turn men
    to statues, the beauty of jade.

    Alas! I am the gift of Hermes;
    I know the deceit, the horror.
    I see your piercing eyes
    through my shield.

    By the shield I view
    your soul, your gems
    glimmering on the reflection
    I have failed the Gods.

    Slowly, I turn green, Jade;
    my legs, arms, torso
    tingle with the bitter sweet
    sensation: obsession of love.