Nameless

Nameless

You have not yet acquired a name
That is better for I may yet
Bestow qualities on your soul
Which you just don’t have
I might have asked permission
To invent a name
I did that once –
Nothing came of it

Eyes have long since ceased to matter
Or be expressible as rubies
But I will allow myself to ay
Yours could not hold Chihuahuas at bay
So defenceless, warm, oceanic are they
What choice have I
But to swim fathoms down
And let your rainbow eyes
Soak my skin?

Years ago
The fullness of a pair of lips
How smooth the skin
How broad the hips
How straight the nose
How quiet the neck
How supple fingers
How sexy a fleck of colour
In the face
Or in any hidden place how
Sweet imagination turned
Gave up importance

But I will allow myself to say
Your lips are as full as an English summer
Your skin smoother than oak-held rum
The breadth of your hips made me quake
That someone should make them for no sake
But to fit you
Perfectly
I could draw a line
By your nose
For a dormouse to measure the length of his feet
And he would not be conned by the measurement
For your nose is so straight, and neat
Your neck is as quiet as four in the morning
When Nature alone is pulsing
But Saharan sand dusted lightly on you
As your genes were weaved
And your neck is a perfect calm
Like a desert at four in the morning
I will allow myself to say
Your fingers are more supple than Margot Fonteyn
Perfect balance allied to grace
And I watch them far more intently
Twirling a nicotine stick
I watch them far more intensely
Than even your beautiful face
Which, I will say,
Holds the faintest aroma of crimson
Like hills at four in the morning
And as for my imagination:
Ladlefuls of melting Demerara
Seep through my veins

There, Nameless, I view you
As if I knew your every fibre
Such words no longer count
But
On your account
May I indulge myself?