The longer I stare the lovelier
you look in my eyes (so made such
mirrors and spies) and I’m not done
yet as I enumerate the virtues
of your smile, gracious in defeat,
victorious in love, your breasts
and belly and below, the zone I’d
like to zone in on, your ankles
unshod, your brassiere and panties
strewn on the floor, you are
my Psyche (Greek for memory or soul)
and I will visit your sleep tonight
you won’t see me but I’ll be there
beside you for hours and when
you wake in my arms I will kiss
your eyes shut and then kiss you more
To Psyche
Analysis, meaning and summary of David Lehman's poem To Psyche
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