Desire
Oh how I need you in my presence,
desiring the sounds from your lips every minute of this day and the next.
Yearning you the way plants do that sit in the windowsill,
waiting for the sun to arrive yet again, not knowing what direction it rises or sets, only how to feel once it finally appears.
I lie awake the same way with you, not knowing when I will get the chance to see you again,
but passing time with the thoughts of you.
Yet we are so different, we are not like the beautiful plants and illuminating sun that match so perfectly together, that are so dependent on each other to survive.
We are not meant to be, in this lifetime or the next.
The divinity of our beliefs do not mix in our universe,
we lie forbidden in each other’s grasps, craving thoughts could become reality.
I thank my god for the ability to dream,
so that I can have you in another world that feels so real upon compare.
My thoughts of you remain entirely pure,
for your mind intrigues my soul much more than your skin and figure.
But only in my conscious mind can I control such thoughts of us,
I dream of the feeling of hands on my petite frame, your lips hungry for mine.
My fantasies filled with thoughts of your dark eyes looking down at mine as your
hand glides across my face.
Not even then can I imagine a more sinister action because the respect I have for you,
only innocent strokes of your fingers on my fair skin.
Oh, how I yearn the chance to be with you again,
locked away in castles on opposing sides of the earth, with different heavens awaiting us.
I know we will never work but I can’t help but think if one day we could,
but maybe that is the reason I am so in love with you,
because I know I cannot have you.
