I took the chance....
You were there... standing, smiling
Inviting....
My lips sought yours....
And you gave me your cheek.
First your left, then for good measure your right....
And I kissed them tenderly.

Then I turned
Ashamed
Broken
Still wanting,
My love still utterly unrequited.


Even blind Bartimaeus
Pleading for sight
Could recognise my longing for you
His pleas were heard and he saw his Lord
I stood before you mute, unable to
Beg for your heart your touch your succulent lips.

And now I regret.
Fearfully, regret
What I may have destroyed.
That I may have mortally wounded
her, drowned her
In the Tsunami of my desire.