My eyes are securely transfixed, forever
  I fear, upon an exquisite angel.
Her piercing gaze reaches out and clutches
  My heart, its strings now surely entangled.

Even from here her breath so sweet, casts out
  Silent kisses to me without any
Effort or knowledge of her own far reach.
  One by one, not just one but so many.

Would she, could she withhold even knowing?
  I bless each shallow breath its subtle tease.
Would that I could kiss their substance that I
  Might return them to her upon gentlest breeze.

And reach then beyond to kiss crimson lips,
  To give and take life's essence in merest sips.

 

In my terrified, private vision I
  Reach, I give all I am to touch those lips,
She shifts unexpectedly forward as
  I feel electric thrill of finger tips

Kissing what my lips will never again.
  My hand trembles as it glides over her
Cheek sporting but the faintest blush.  "Could my
  Touch still elicit such stain" I wonder?

I brush further still along as flaxen
  Hair spins silently into living gold.
Strands separate and steal their way between
  My fingers and desire makes me bold,

The rush of my life in my ears keeps time.
  With gentlest strain I bring her lips toward mine.

Her neck trembles piteously against
  Fingers laced through her hair that seem scarcely
mine any longer now, so distant they
  barely inhabit my reality.

I trace her spine from that exquisite source,
  Unto its nether end.  Methodically,
I trace every hillock and valley.
  Though far from home, my hand shivers with glee

At this, my naughtiest transgression yet.
  And yet, I sense not against my fingers
Hesitation from my precious angel.
  Silently I hear her beg me linger.

God help me that I must; and I touch her.
  Unbridled lust compels me to draw her near.

I drop my head gently into that deep
  Silken night alongside her supple neck
Long lingering strokes that trace the muscles
  Which, beneath my touch, stand more tensely erect.

Playfully I poke at her button nose.
  Her hazel eyes begin to twinkle while
I start leaving little dimpled kisses
  From her nape along to her vibrant smile.

My heart always melts beneath that shining
  Beacon as surely as softened butter.
I lose myself and drift away beneath
  Starless nights, head light and heart a flutter.

The beacon dims and it begins to dawn
  On me that, though all seems right, something's wrong.

 

Where reality and fantasy vie
  For my affections in that shadowed region,
I lose myself to the moment reaching
  For a memory in spite of reason.

Misty, veiled visions of distant past,
  Tilt fitfully at my present reality.
Rending the few remaining shards of my
  Sanity, enemies of utmost enmity.

Slowly the fickle winds begin to shift,
  The shroud of my darkened and lonely nights
Retreats upon the very memories that spawned
  My pain.  They merge, as one, without a fight.

For a moment I break my reverie,
  Experience precious lucidity

 

For though I dwell there often, fantasy
  Is but a fleeting refuge from my sad life,
For to love my precious angel is to
  Accept that her affection rides a knife

To open your heart and invite her in
  Is to invite the blade straight to your heart
Where it sits quivering, shaking and tense,
  Ready and eager to cleave it apart

Her presence and her touch leave fingerprints
  Upon my soul with every fresh new day.
Just to be with her makes it all worthwhile
  Regardless of the price that I must pay

And after all of this I need to say
  That I wouldn't have it any other way.

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