Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)

Mesmerized

From an old PoetsPub challenge

She moves so confidently on breaths from heaven,

a shimmering incandescence befits her form translucent.

From that glow radiates an incomparable vision,

that bewitches me and my defences weaken.

My vagrant heart opes, beholding thy majesty

entreating for but a moment to luxuriate.

Wouldst thou wert not an angel with golden tresses

and gossamer wings,

my humble plea may not dissipate as mist on the sea.

Yet this I learned, whilst seeking assurance,

loves emotions demand no rank to qualify.

Thus the intensity and candour given at the behest of the heart,

and emboldened, I breach her coy defences on my courser.