He stood in the doorway
watching her sleep
His hands pressed
to his chest
whispering promises
he could not keep
He stood right next to her
his hand trembling, mid air
took one step back, then another
so he was no longer there
She lay upon sheets of silk
her back a work of Art
her scissored legs and arms
flung wide,
as though she was torn apart
She waited with breath held tight
her eyes closed and lungs burning
She wanted as though
time was right
Her world was centred
with her yearning
He hesitated to touch
such fragile beauty
his encroachment in her space
seemed an impregnable fortress
so he stood back
just to stare at her face
But she had raised the portcullis
and lowered the drawbridge
He just needed to storm
the castle
and dwell forever
where she lives
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 4:37 AM UTC
He stood in the doorway
watching her sleep
His hands pressed
to his chest
whispering promises
he could not keep
He stood right next to her
his hand trembling, mid air
took one step back, then another
so he was no longer there
She lay upon sheets of silk
her back a work of Art
her scissored legs and arms
flung wide,
as though she was torn apart
She waited with breath held tight
her eyes closed and lungs burning
She wanted as though
time was right
Her world was centred
with her yearning
He hesitated to touch
such fragile beauty
his encroachment in her space
seemed an impregnable fortress
so he stood back
just to stare at her face
But she had raised the portcullis
and lowered the drawbridge
He just needed to storm
the castle
and dwell forever
where she lives
after story: but he never did, he never took what he wanted, he stood outside and waited to be asked in, she eventually raised the drawbridge and shut the gate.
