Anna's song

Anna's eyes, with arched eyebrows,

speak of wonder, laughter, sorrow, sympathy, and surprise;

according to her mood and guise.

Her olive skin and dimpled, pointed chin

remark beneath a gown of straight, long hair

cascading down below her slender shoulders

that are tanned but not as brown

as what rests there:

which is dark as all the mysteries of history

and more sensual than all the romances written.

Her legs and limbs are long and elegant;

she moves like a swan in its element.

Her breasts, chest, thighs and hips

would cause sailor's to lose control of their ships

and drown beneath the waves of lust;

their last striving, the gurgled words: “I must!”-

as they clutch for her and sink to dust.

As perfect pi makes mathematicians

laugh until they cry,

God's calculations for her smile

make all men pause for more than a little while

to reflect and wish that that smile could be kept

on a chain, or in a dish, to help them when they feel down;

or when they seek a queen to wear their crown.

But she is not a bauble, figurehead, painting, or anything

else that could be maintained for the sake of beauty

or desire.

She's invested with the spirit of life

and has a natural fire

that burns sweetly and brightly;

but, like a fire, can only be fed and nurtured;

like a fire she must be respected;

like a fire she can't be expected

to live for another,

without air and freedom - but just a lover

as her fuel.