by Malaysia Parris
how have you become passed by words
someone of no face
how have you swept me off my feet
My beloved, why have you called upon me
to seek for such a treasure no being can grasp with hands.
how are you as Poseidon
A keen eye nor keen mind can fathom your existence.
No amount go magic or wizardry can bring you about so.
Creature of a prehistoric realm has been stunned and proclaimed as mute.
you have a touch of gold
you've enslaved me
and with all will I dove
head over hills for my Tokyo Rose.