My loins ache at the sight
Of her smile for me
And like the feathers
That angels ferry on
My heart becomes
Only a pale reflection
Of the heaven
I see in her
And wish
Like a sinner
I could live
In the light
Of her smile
Which will glow
For me
But never
On my lips
Though all my being
would wish for it
I would happily
To lay beside her and
Never touch her
Pale skin
But I would
Bask in the comfort
Of her aura
Brushing against my soul….