Would her gaze remain intent,
If the expulsion of my eyes,
Crystallised to diamonds in descent?
Or my words hold her close,
If they, like purest spun gold,
Shimmered beneath admiration,
Woven to shield delicacy,
Unknown intricacies of the flesh,
Concealed, un-disguising of intent,
In the ebb and flow of a silken dress.
If my thoughts may shape the finest of all things,
(I have envisioned their presence and abilities,
In day-break shattered fantasies)
What end may become of our endeavour,
As it begins?
Could my energy, hold all your being in a trance?
If in the delicate touch of my hand,
You sensed power,
In place of romance?
If, when exposed to nature’s enterprise,
I regard the stars with cunning to my device,
Hesitant upon suitable expression to apply,
Yet content within earthly attributes of mine,
Few powers exist,
With ability to deny,
Could you shelter my heart until sunrise?
I stand upon the threshold of horizons unseen,
Untold, I cannot define the essence of ‘complete’,
Nor can I be so bold,
As to account my assets and their futures,
How I may differ to the existence of the weak,
To gain each material or vice I seek,
Our experience may cease,
Only when in my humble embrace,
You give all integrity,
Each motion of your heartbeat,
May you remain,
As we observe the fools,
Who favour jewels to gratify the eye,
Glorifying a persona,
A limitless disguise,
I desire such beings should fade without a name,
Knowing nothing of the greater cause,
Life has established, to attain.