I idolize her fly-aways
Like sylphs,
Banding on a vibrant dull.
A lion’s song, a kingdom come,
A crown of soot and soil.

I adulterate her cupid’s bow
A psyche,
Bending on a serpent whim.
A hierophant, a curtsy laugh,
A perfect image of her and Him.

I captivate her Isis-build
Like pillars,
Resting on an ancient court.
A citadel, a structuress,
An edifice god of certain sorts.