For Sally Graham

She had a face
that said golden,
southern girl,
and eyes
that smiled
at how much
smarter
she was
than the rest
of the world
though she
would never
say it.

It would never
pass her
cherubic lips.

I can imagine
that she might
weep at
renaissance paintings
but doubt
that a mortal man
could cause the same.

Gemini's daughter
captures me
in a spell
then releases me
just as quickly
and laughs,
and I am forced
to laugh with her,
her charm is such.

Having conquered
stage and small screen,
the tallest of Gotham,
and been courted
by Kings
on faraway continents,
who am I
to love her.

Someday maybe,
though,
I will try.