MAY I PUT YOU ON A PEDESTAL?

I FEEL
like Vertumnus
seeking Pomona
the allusive Roman nymph
who did not love the
wild and shut herself
away from men.
YOU,
my lover are my beloved
POMONA. I will build
you a pedestal that  no
mortal eyes have seen.
I will bow before your body
desiring to kiss every scar
from the centuries you have
eluded lovers.
I
will kiss your golden toes,
the statures legs and
the rest of your goddess
body.  I have composed
a thousand odds to your
beauty and strummed a
silver lute in honor of
YOU.
PLEASE
may I put you on a pedestal
that grows taller every day
because of your imperfections
that become PERFECTIONS
because they are the REAL YOU.