Datura Luna

I have looked upon thee--and I have loved thee,
Loved thy mouth, whose curve is the moon's young crescent,
Loved they beauty-blossoming eyes, and eyelids
Petal-like, perfect;
I would brush the dew in a flashing rainbow
From thy face's twain mysterious flowers,
And, supremely throned on the lips' full luna,
Soar into Heaven.

~ e.e. cummings