It is hard to tear yourself
from her blazing hair and her eyes
that capture images of your face
and of your lips, burning them
behind her retinas, silver
and sodium prints, exposed and reacting
to the sun, and you think
the sun could be her face,
the radiant daughter of Helios,
amber-eyed and long-lashed,
and pleading to be kissed,
but it would almost be dishonorable
to destroy something so constantly
and perfectly beautiful.