A new poem that I might work on and elaborate. I like the ABA in this one and I enjoy the challenge of staying true to the meter (iambic octameter) which is really why I like it so much so far.

A black island in a blue Sea,
Fire on thought
-This construes me!

Speckled smoothly where angels kissed,
Oxen shoulders 
-Never remiss!

A gallant articulation
Flocculent lips
-Adoration!

A quick wit and a gentle trod,
Perceptive eyes
-Cryptic facade!