Scarlet Letter - for Mistral

I am posting this for you Mistral, as promised.
 It is the poem that took 9 years from start to finish 
(although I wrote it in an hour or two originally) because I was never satisfied with it
 and always knew it could be improved upon.
Finally, last year it was published and although I still did 
some minor edits before posting it here (as I always do)
 it is one poem of mine that I consider finished now.
See what you think?

Scarlet Letter

Presenting each perfection he had known, 
her flawlessness was fertile ground 
to raise the seeds he’d sown, 
of optimism blended with torment, 
a whispering of floweret, a sign of Fate’s intent. 
Her eyes voiced poetry through heavy lid 
which hinted of a sensual side 
deliberately kept hid 
behind the dainty flutter of a lash;
a harvesting of thought that, even murmured, might abash. 
Her lips, rare parted, hollowed out his soul. 
A careless glossy flick would 
crush a man or make him whole; 
although he cherished each ungiving pout, 
her smouldering of promise spoke much louder than a shout. 
Whispered doubts were crushed one sultry day; 
as shards of light unearthed the truth 
her mystique peeled away, 
and as he watched the veil fall from disguise, 
betrayal of a feigned perfection etched the tacit lies.
Incribed, though gracefully, in scarlet ink, 
the letter A was balanced 
like a bird upon the brink 
upon one creamy limb, to his delight; 
a revelation of some kind, he relished with no spite. 
It made her more accessible, this foible to adorn, 
and were it not impossible, a deeper need was born. 
His goddess was a woman with endearing, foolish whims; 
her offering, though subtle, was love’s watershed for him