Lying lightly on the bed,  
Your hair is golden in the moonlight.
And frames your face
Like beauty in the night.

Silver features soft in slumber;
Eyes closed tight in sleep ;
Your kissing lips part gently
When you breathe.

But I'm afraid I'll never tell you
How i feel with you so near
I just watch you from the shadows;
And you don't even know I'm here.

Another hour or so in darkness
Then I'll sneak away unseen
But I'll be back again tomorrow
As long no-one knows I've been


April 2017

Here's a haiku  version. Less creepy.

Beauty in moonlight
Dark flowing hair, silk-soft skin
Watching you asleep

10th may 2017

Ever wondered why
Sound’s only intense
In its absolute absence

I see her and air is snuffed
Out of my lungs in one swift
Swoop, my usually perceptive
Mind is a hodgepodge of disarray.
Speech is caught in the labyrinth
That’s my voice box choked from
All sides, an irredeemable hostage.
I stare long and hard at her eyes
Then I realize, her eyes aren’t
Ordinary, they’re a canvas on
Which the Milky Way galaxy is
Exquisitely captured. It’s this
Precise moment that a shrill
Mention of my name jolts
Me to wakefulness, and well
My heart’s a pitiful husk
After being exposed to two opposite
Extremes of emotional excitement.

Mother’s heart
A feather yet it holds
Tones of love.

i am not, you aren't of course
the face in the mirror
or the composite of your pose
in that profile pic your best
side or a stand-in I suppose
that makes you look like aphrodite
with no attitude
and me I talk haha
I am Geronimo
with a hangover
perpetually
posed
because
innocently
I break the lenses
of every camera
that tries to
take my soul

its a wave that can drown you
confusion to frustrate all freedom
slaved to be always misunderstood.

but in the pain of seeking
a strength you are acquiring
to reach your unseen goal.