A White Sculpture Poem by Liza Sud

Today I woke up - we were kissing with you.
But just for one time - Roden's sculpture emerged,
Francesca with Paolo - I have reviewed,
killed by a jealous husband, though lips never merged.

They read about Guinevere's love - Lanchelot.
But I liked the Psyche-Amur sculpture more.
Though I will not use a lamp to burn your nerves,
For me you are Amur, let scared sisters go.

You are with wings - that's it! We soar like Psyche.
Our heavenly sex will end in bed, ecstatic.
Since morning the goddess despite all known canons
of a rocky bottom - in sky will weave patterns!

And you are my Beauty! Long-awaited bliss!
I prayed in the morn, frequented Eucharist.
God merged me with you, like air with earth, - a present!
O2 - Rada-Kryshna - we soar together!