Kiss and Cure

You take my breath away,
and leave little chance to regain,
like covering one with atmospheres of water,
no chance of seeing the surface,
not even if I strain,

suffering from tunnel vision,
your visage will never wane,
your kiss, the cure, the antidote,
my lips, the poison, the bain.

Cupid an Psyche

Curse my eyes,
lest I fall in love again,
one mind with Venus,
punishment is due to this unlawful sin,
beauty and poise averted eyes from a goddess,
winged judgment to give your bittersweet lips a kiss,
a task for this messenger unseen,
heaven hear my orison that it will end with me invisible Cupid,
and you Psyche my queen.