I see thy statue of David's body in fantasies
Covered in a slight, soft veil of satin slid with ease
Beam, pearl skin
Glow, marble sheen
Cupid sent thee by Athena, not by Aphrodite
Divine is thy shape
Sublime is thy shape
I shall submit mine every sense
To thy Hercules, godhead presence
Real, strong, dashing
Or simply subtly delicate
In thy traits
Charming in spades
In that reverie thou art not grey
Lo, I behold thy colour now