I am the wind that sighs at night
Through your bedroom window
Making your lovely hairs take flight.
They rest against your cheek like affectionate little arms,
And cling to your freckled flesh,
Its rosy flush their one dimpled source of life.
Those could be my arms, holding fast to that imperfect reservoir
Into which I slip further each moment,
Sliding towards that gentle dip at the centre of your smooth skin.
There is one on each side,
To kidnap both mind and matter.
The day I tumble into that tiny pool of love
I will drown.
And then I will float
In your falling tears that follow me down
Whether those of sadness or joy, I will never know
But either will hold me captive.