(Poetry) Each Breath

Each Breath

I long for his love as deeply as I draw in each breath
Willing my heart to quiet only for the smallest moments
Stirring my need once more to feel the warmth of his desire
I close my eyes to shut him out and I find him waiting there
Smiling at me as if daring me to truly try to escape from him
His eyes dance mixed with mischief and the beauty of starlight
I am hopeless to his smile that warms and charms my soul
What devil is he to claim such rights over my tender heart
Causing me to long for the brush of him against my desire
The stance of his body, the timber of his voice my undoing
To hear him say my name in his husky brush of words
Like warm spun sugar falling from his lips I long to kiss
How dare he give this much credence to my thoughts
Where he should have none but a passing fanciful dream
For in my foolish desire I have given my heart to a stranger
A familiar name and face perhaps to me but a stranger still
He who loves me not and knows the truth of my love even less
What beautiful dream do I weave bound to fantasies desires
More than that what lies have I given life to in this waking dream
His face swims through my slumber so warm and so very real
By the waking hour my desire aches to know his need fully
He haunts my slumber then in waking hours taints my sunlight
Still I know he is no more to me than touching the face of God
I hurt myself over and over wishing this dream into being
As each time he evaporates as I am reaching out for him
Never mine, never here, yet as real as I draw in each breath

Monday, June 20, 2011
(C)Angel Hart Poetry