by Michael Anderson
I sit awake, watching you sleeping.
Ah, such beauty and extravagance.
The stars in the sky wilted and weeping,
Dimmen in light of your radiance.
The darkest eyes among the living.
A sweet smile coming of tender lips.
The aura of a goddess surrounds you giving-
A mere man of morals unwitting slips.
Oh, to reach out, only to touch you.
Run my fingers through your golden hair.
How could such a thought challenge my virtue?
When to do it not would only bring despair.
Like a dream lover, gift of the graces,
I reach out to you but my grasp falls shy.
The consequences a married man faces-
Where emotions flourish must dignity die?
I chasten myself for just the notions,
But amorous spirits my soul would not repeal.
I find myself drowning within oceans-
Of desire to know just how you feel.
To hold you in my arms, and not reflection.
To kiss your lips, share your desires.
Embowelled in sweet burst of affection,
Where passion rages and love aspires.
Are you merely a vision, that in passing?
Leaving me behind to wallow in chagrin?
Am I damned for feeling I can't help amassing?
Would loving you weight down my soul with sin?
Oh, the heart within me's twisting, aching-
At the velvet skin of an angel in a strange bed.
I turn away in silence, heart now breaking,
And you'll never have heard a word I said.
Shutting out the lights the vision embers,
A resplendent glow sleep would invade.
Where every dying dream remembers-
Delicate tingles of love never made.
And every misinclined inception-
Awakens me in a hollow, stateless mind.
In a shared bed loathed in deception,
Absent of the love I left behind.