a simple touch
is all he needs
to remind him
that she is his
everything from the top
of her head
to the bottom of her feet,
oh, how the sight of her
pleases him 

she makes him
want to recite sonnets,
even odes
in her name.
she’s his Aphrodite,
his Circe,
she has his heart
bound to her,
his soul, enslaved.

This is for National Poetry Month, where I’m writing on a theme. Inspired by Álvaro de la Herrán‘s video for GQ Spain called Mine