Temptation

Its the worst thing
when I'm sitting right beside you,
watching your slow and rhythmic breathing,
a reflection, a pause, a discontinuation,
only to continue, embrace and move on.

Sitting next to you, expecting, hoping
that these foolish and indecisive feelings
are transmitted, almost forced upon you.

Restless; suddenly overly conscious
That little bit more blush, the time in the mirror
will he notice it, will it mean anything to him?

Insecurities, pent up, and then BOOM
released from the bottled up fountain of emotion
HAHAH Imperfections fly out!
Dark skin, small eyes, fat face, ugly nose?

Then silence, the silence,
a breathe not taken, a word not spoken
Like an enchanting spell, i want to be awoken
released from the bondage that so tightly
leaves me clinging, yearning for your notice
your attention.

Your gnarled hands, enfolded into a close
entangle of fingers and nails
so delicate, so reachable
Slide mine within your tender grasp
and expect the recoil, the confused,
bemused and puzzled ponder upon your face

Transfixed to those lips, moving
Open, shut, open, shut
Repetition, over and over again,
as if in a trance, hypnotised by the sheer
beauty of speech

Clinging to every word, every flicker
every abstract action and sentence
Amused by your 'specialty'
and thankful for your presence in my life

Its the worst thing
When I'm sitting right beside you
And i know I can never have you.









You Are My Temptation
so please fall from the garden of paradise
into this sick masochistic lion
that years only for you....