“ the desire of you “

“ the desire of you “
It is hard to know
to understand
is it I who visits her
or her who visits me
Perchance it is but a rogue wave
one that breaks the rhythm
that flow of normality
Perchance it is but a temporal flux
one that allows that which we love
to be the conduit by which we touch
The scent of a flower
The scent of you
All the shades of purple we love
from the lilacs of Spring
to shade on your eyes
All of you clothed and unclothed
the lines the curves the mere beauty
Every precious inch my eyes behold
I wish to sense
I wish to taste
Every strand of hair
as it blends in the moonlight
as it blends in the sunlight
A mere refraction of light and you appear
A mere mortal lost in the desire of you