PERSON Poem: Gracefully Limbed, by Markos Bargilly

You are beauteous, my dearest, you are beauteous.
Your mysterious gaze spreads
like a quilt over a spring meadow,
and if you look deep within it,
you will see astral flames and my soul floating.

In the hidden shadows that outline
your shape,
one seeks rain,
but your radiance blinds
every curious wanderer.

A bare hand rests upon your hair,
– velvet, weightless, amber strands.
The other on your hip,
on your curves,
on your scars,
a bucket descending into the deepest wells.

Cyanoglaucous.

A fever dripping sweat,
connecting pores and chains,
slowly upon your lips appear
two butterfly-like stains.