Kneeling To The Queen Poem by Kevin Moore

Vixen! Thou hast bewitched my very heart
and taken unto thyself my soul
quietly. Stay you within my thoughts and
my desires a constant; pray, thee
do not abide without me.

Thy stunning beauty possess me an fortnight
and beyond into a shy darkness
unknown to those afraid to travel beyond
mine head, desire, longing
and lust for life.

Temptress! Thy beauty surpass that of all
ill-fated to come before thee; thou
hast mastered mine eye. Thou commands
my dagger and my shield. My very self
lies defenseless against thee.

Pray, thee, to my side. The darkness lifts
as surely as the curtain to a deft
stage hand’s touch when upon your visage
an encountered glance achieved;
your velvet touch a balm to the oft-wounded.

Lover! Thou hast commanded mine heart
until time passes and with heart
filled of gratitude thy servant kneels
before your grace and beauty, awake
and dreaming of naught save you.

Thy lingering touch upon rough skin a gift
to one unworthy, thy mouth a
taste of Heaven’s nectar, thy bodice a
vision of angels possessed before the Fall.
Oh, Helen! Troy fell at your feet!

To me! Hie, to me, my love! Vixen, lover,
temptress, Queen! Elegant, yes,
and passionate; thy servant kneels before
thee in constant wonder that you
might choose thy servant as your own.