Cynics
are dreamers
blinded once to many times
by dazzling white light-
You were there that night.

For so long I longed-
Milk soft skin,
Burning eyes,
inetense desire,
the scent of a woman.

You fell asleep,
but still the room was on fire.

Beauty resting in my naked arms.

I watched over you until dawn.

You awoke
You were there
But you were gone.