On First Looking Into Beloved's Excercising Room Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Bare breasted
as any Minoan Princess

weights grasped
like electricfying snakes

easily in each
hand.

She stands
as if a brilliant ancient mosaic

had come suddenly
alive

only that minute
& in that moment

almost expecting her
to grab the bull by the horns

& leap
over its charging back

as was the wont of a many a Minoan
way back then!

I feel like a proper
Cretan cretin

stumbling across
(by miraculous accident)

this treasure
his Princess

fascinated by the tiny
trickle of sweat

winding amazingly
between her breasts

catching both
our breaths

(gazing with a wild surmise)

as it heads for
the mystery of her

...holy delta.