Lover
The night is hot and humid.
Restless I pace the wide, scarred planks beneath my
Petal pink feet; soft yet even with the midnight jaunts in the garden.
They've locked me here, in this stifling room,
Not recognizing the signs of love, but seeing instead a
Diseased filth of their mind's creation.
Carelessly, I caress my porcelain neck, feeling my love's mark...
Sweet, tender and volatile all at once.
Hot and bothered I fling open the louvered doors, seeking any breath
Of night air..breathing deeply I inhale the scent of magnolias, jasmine
And the mossy earth scent of dirt. An odd stirring sends me back to my room. My cell of torment, of waiting, endless waiting for my love.
The fan spins lazy circles, Spirograph stencils from the moonlight on the white linens. Shrouding myself in the mosquito netting and cool, cold sheets I lie awake. I listen to the faint breeze, hoping to hear your footsteps. They fear my sanity, yet I fear the insanity of missing you.
The heat is rising, and so is the dark. There's a crack in the mirror and I feel as if it is where you hide, where I must look to find your tender gaze.
I'm tired but too excited to sleep. I know your next visit will be the last, and I want to remember every lucid detail. Once you visit we will be together forever, hearts entwined. My lids grow heavy as I watch the fan - I didn't hear you slip inside my fortress, though I gave you leave to do so.
I feel your wet, succulent kisses upon my throat as I wake to wind my fingers in your jet black hair. I feel I shall die with the overflowing sensations - my heart about to burst, yet I am weak. My love, perhaps they are right, I am ill and weak...I cannot lift my arm round your neck or raise my mouth to yours. What is this madness? I am dying to be reborn. Your kisses granting me everlasting life, and I know that I cannot remain here much longer. Tonight, I am ready, and tomorrow I shall fly with you in the incandescent moonlight to our eternity.