So Ready.
Breath heaves in hopeful sighs below
night\'s gauzy-clad gown
to unveil potent dreams drenched in
desired clandestine.
Primed silken sheets of long-scented
waiting become creased
in untasted delight as sleep denies
will on dark\'s lone pyre.
Aches vibrate in-ward as soundless
restraint starts to drown
while threads of love\'s almost-made
wings shatter in flight.
Thrown is fanciful wish on wanton
sea as it sinks down
into crushed pillows that sewn for
yield feel but cold fire.
Can need stay submerged forever
in love\'s heady mist
before suffocating when so ready
but never been kissed ?