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there are those times where sunlight sneaks above the horizon, stealing carresses of night's peace for she lies there, in her quiet repose
and I must adore without loving
as your breathing tells a rhythm
where I loathe to reach out and touch, to erringly interrupt the times where your delights are away from the mundane - foolishly I wonder what it's like to be drawn
and as I reach to touch
with tentative fingers
fulfill what I want so much
you spasm and turn in the coils of your dreams, stopping me so I must hold. I long to know what it is was that stole the picture perfect moment upon the canvas of my heart
so as I wait for that chance
wondering as time passes on
if it has gone and I must go
leaving you all alone
where under the warmth of blankets you lie beheld by your dreams given by night, wondering again if it's a twist of fear, or a landscape of delight
would you be glad to behold
one who carelessly took your treasure
for everything that you bitterly sold
and be seen to have stolen it from you
so I watch for a minute more, and silence is the thing that holds withall so longingly I watch you fall into where I was a while ago - would I venture to touch?
to risk and receive through senses
moments of pure satisfaction
sometimes I risk much by hurting you without a goodbye - and yet I cannot make myself hold such resolve as to leave without imparting what I fear to say
so with your quiet rest unbroken
so carefully broken to impart
that impurity within my heart
those sometimes when the sun has failed to truly rise, and there's murmured words given before you sleep again, I wonder if they ever will be audibly aired
sounds almost like a sniff
and a teary eyed glimmer
that forsakes the past night
as you awaken awhile before seeking your release from day into the still half-night, you whisper and utter incardine words that I hear.
but always your eyes steal me
truth your eyes hold and behold
I cannot break free
they are what they are
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