She
She's dreaming.....
her hair in tangles ,
and all astrew on her pillow ,
frame the face of a sleeping angel.
I could sit and watch forever,
the rise and fall of her chest
with the intake of each sweet breath.
She awakes.....
her eyes show the promise ,
of a thousand shared ,
unseen sunsets.
The light of a smile that dances in those eyes
are a haven,
from a long wearily-traveled road.
Her skin brushes mine,
and a fire shoots through my being.
If it be fire,
then I would gladly burn in this inferno,
for just one touch of her skin .
Our lips meet, and the world stops.....
for a time there is nothing else,
but this moment and this reality
The world ceases to be ,
and the only important thing
is this moment,
right here, right now.
I awake,
and a dagger twists deep inside,
for someone else holds the lock,
to this world.
Try as I can and wish as I might,
I cannot find the key to her heart
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