I felt like that eagle atop the bookcase
Staring down at two magnificent pens:
Those splendid legs.
Both changing with every blink of my avian eyes;
I perceived- not ‘laid asleep’ but fully awake
To the realisation
That a future memory was being made.
Numbed by the desire to transgress,
I only kissed with my eyes
While you stole my fancy and my heart.
