DAWN

Through the early hours of the morning,

 I watched your lips,

Savouring with my mind how they must taste,

 You had flick my hair; expose the veins in my neck

Entrancing me with that poison: desire.

I fight the good fight to open you, to look inside,

Shine a light to all the corners

In which you hide

For every minute you were gone, they seemed like days

For so tight were you nailed to my cross.

As hours drew near I would lay my head and touch those lips

Within my own.

I cried my tears down your chest.

My heart is gently trying to open you...

I would see your face, smiling shyly

And I promise to travel the bluest skies, cry for you,

Down below...Take my hand, and stop this pouring of words,

Lend me to the places you hold close,

I will shine; eyes open wide, so close to your ear

 I will repeat: “To touch the soul of another is to walk on holy ground"

And as you ask me questions I will mirror them to you,

Asking you the same, sadly.

As clouds covered the stars, I do remember I told you of myself,

You looked at my eyes that could give you the magic

Of which poems are made, and did not take them.

You held me in your cold hands; forever I could not let go

 And prayed that the grey streets of reality would disappear.

 Your breathing gave warmth to the black air,

I took you in, paralyzed by your touch, not in this world.

Sensing your hands caressing down my face,

I yearned to know why my dreams would not unfold...

 I wish I knew if I could take your hand, or not see you at all,

Or touch your lips or kiss your cheeks; this knowledge kills

These words I am sending out in dancing spills...

But, as the night grew older and wiser, I reached out

To see those cherished lips kissing me

You later dismissed; confused,

I tried to understand why

Dreams are so painful to the soul.

Searching your eyes, wanting to reach out and burn you

With screams and tears and protestations, I held them in.

I will now see you knowing

That as you gaze into my eyes

You will see a place

That craves the deepest feelings

Your dark brown earthen eyes will be my garden