It is no one part of you that fuels my need.
You are in no way as simple as you seem.
Holding your wise silence, your eyes gleam.
Up nature's greatest artist's form my eyes leap,
Til they rest upon a knowledge-ornamented peak.
(This I know. Though silent now, I've heard you speak.)
You glisten above and below,
and I would take time, learn you slow.
There is so much I want to know.
Must I reveal, or should I hide
My thorough fascination? Beside
Such a sexual, intellectual being,
How could anyone blame my needing?
You are in no way as simple as you seem.
Holding your wise silence, your eyes gleam.
Up nature's greatest artist's form my eyes leap,
Til they rest upon a knowledge-ornamented peak.
(This I know. Though silent now, I've heard you speak.)
You glisten above and below,
and I would take time, learn you slow.
There is so much I want to know.
Must I reveal, or should I hide
My thorough fascination? Beside
Such a sexual, intellectual being,
How could anyone blame my needing?
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