She wears it like a mask
Each time she comes to me,
A shroud to cloud my eyes,
A veil I cannot see.
But her mask is just a ruse,
An aspect of her game.
It hides the girl behind
The fiction of her name.
That name is but a symbol
Of the role she plays for me,
A promise unfulfilled,
A hope of what could be.
Removing all between us,
Clothed only in her name,
Her touch is my illusion,
Setting heart and loin aflame.
Bodies touching, caressing
Under a star-filled sky
Only a blind moon
Watches love act its part
The proximity of love
Sets hearts beating
Burning with passion
Needing to be heard
Revelation of self
Pure whole expression
To a true love
Undying devotion
The time for quiet
No sound filters
To the moon
Or the stars
Time and space
Explode together,
Stars shoot
To infinity.
Nothingness surrounds,
Enveloping,
Soothing.
Eyes close,
Mind floats
Into another dimension.
Acutely aware,
Feeling the slightest touch,
Magnifying,
Peaceful.
Breath shallow,
Softly caressing,
Zephyrs of desire.
Ageless words,
Encapsulated in the air.
Tenderness,
Silence.
Movement slows,
Imperceptible,
The lightest contact
Says all.
Nothing more is needed,
Anymore
Impossible.
Tracing fingers
Over skin,
The intimacy heightened.
Exploring,
Touching in a new way,
Gently,
Daringly.
Beating heart,
Felt totally.
Head pressed on chest,
Closely,
Listens to the heart,
Jumping,
Loving.
Skin touches
Warm flesh.
Total surrender
Of self.
Two are as one,
Thrilling,
Confiding.
Eyes gaze
Into beauty.
Complete adoration,
Shines through.
Seeing into the soul,
Totally,
Revealing.
Lovers close,
Outside time,
Enjoying the moments
Of bliss,
Drowning in the love.
Together, forever.
But emotions cry
Scream out with pain
Love is awake
And hears need
The air is strong
Primeval warm sensuous
Demands answers
Which must be given
Time is frozen
Minutes of pureness
Gifts of self
Love fully consolidated
Whispered emotions
Expressed tenderly
Gentle touches
Waves of love
Defer to silence
Deep quiet reigns
Stars alight
In hearts now
A mirage within a dream,
A ghost of fragile youth,
She is fantasy, and fire.
And beauty born of truth.
Her name is but a name,
A symbol, just a mask
Concealing what I see,
Revealing what I ask. |
