Despise Me Not For My Obession With Your Form Poem by David McLansky

My delight in thy nakedness and skin;
Think me not perverse, unnaturnal born
A madman peeking sordidly within;
Deny me not the beauty off thy light
Whose radiance my soul does soft refresh
For as my days decline to sullied night
I glory in the beauty of thy flesh;
My eyes so wanton in their use off light
Must like a miser now store up his treasured coin
And so I stare dimmed-eyed diminishing of sight
To dote upon what soon will be purloined;
For as in darkness thy shade’s consumed in night,
I gaze with hunger on thy fading light.