Soul Of Star-Eyed Phyllis

Soul Of Star-Eyed Phyllis
© Surazeus
2026 03 16

Though I vow to never allow my mind, 
governed by strict logic of intellect, 
to be seduced by sweet feminine charms 
that emanate from soul of star-eyed Phyllis, 
I find I play horse to her Aphrodite 
as Aristotle who obeys her will. 

Eager to please Goddess of Liberty, 
whose gentle voice commands kings to obey, 
I let her bridle my aggressive passion, 
and rein my ambition to rule the world 
with solemn duty to maintain our home 
as secure haven for her to raise our children. 

Harnessed to wagon of productive hope, 
I focus attention of energy 
to increase wealth garnished from heart of Earth 
when I channel material of desire 
through constructive factory of respect, 
designing machines that Beauty requires. 

Inspired by Beauty embodied as Woman, 
who transforms spirit of my urgent faith 
to mold new body of organic flesh 
that houses immortal spirit of genes 
in new child whose face replicates my mind, 
I fulfill requests My Love asks of me. 

Though I roam mountain forests in moonlight 
as wolf-furred woodwose hunting river vales, 
wise Phyllis captures me with flashing eyes, 
and with sweet kiss through passionate embrace 
converts my Enkidu to Gilgamesh, 
domesticating werewolf of my heart. 

Her bright Ishtarian demeanor translates 
my Grendel demon to Beowulf angel, 
morphing me from Azrael to Gabriel, 
for her sweet smile of amorous respect 
civilizes savage ghoul of my heart 
from dragon-slayer to philosopher. 

Though I wear mask of divine discipline, 
concealing demon dance of Dionysus 
with rational cantillation of Apollo, 
that primitive ape programming my mind 
urges my quest to generate more life, 
obedient to will of woman I love. 

Emotional battery in my heart 
powers robotic habits of my body 
through survival instinct of anxious rage, 
which I restrain with logical project, 
so I confirm my soul with self-control 
through liberty in law of my free will.