He glitters
with the
empty valleys
of his
own
beautiful
treachery

such beauty
on one
human
is surely
a sin

is surely
the thief
that has
stolen
my breath

is surely
the eyes
that burn
blushes against
my
arched
skull

he is
more than
what he
seems

it is
fated so
that he would
be
magical
and
mirthless
and

miraculous