The title points to a blazon, an old poetic form that catalogues a beloved's body part by part. Here the speaker does exactly that, listing a leg in lace, rings, heat, a "full pear," and more. But the twist is in the grammar. The whole list hangs on the final line, "I see my way," so each item becomes less a thing admired than a landmark that guides him.
The mood is intimate, sensual, and a little hushed. "After-play" and "heat" suggest desire and its afterglow, while "lost temple" and "art" lift the body into something almost sacred. A temple is a place of worship, and calling it "lost" hints at wandering, longing, or something half-remembered.
The speaker seems devoted and slightly humbled. He doesn't claim to possess her; he follows her. Desire here works like a map, and the poem's short, stacked lines feel like steps taken one at a time toward the final, quiet arrival.