The Perfect Love I do not have

Nitid eyes bore into mine

stealing thought and ground.

Then, cruel sweetness is his touch,

Oh how I wish I did not have this luck.

Touch ever so genteel and soft,

his caress quickening my heart,

breathe now just a memory.

Seducing honey coated voice,

lacing a spell through the air.

The feelings felt, never to be returned.

So close and farther than desired.

The things I want in short, can be met,

though I will only ache when left.

Deaf to all other than his presence.

His being coercing me closer

words enticing me, drawing me in.

Unaware he is of the thriving feelings

afraid to let go, I lie to myself.

One more night I shall stand

hearing his voice and feeling this, his hand.

I do not know how this will end.

Grant me either the acceptance I dream of

or the spurn that will end my suffering.

 

 

To feel his cheeks against my lips

so soft against my touch.

The smell of him draws me closer

pushing me to fall heavier each day.

I long for his touch as I rave for him,

he unknowingly calls to me from far away.

My heart beats frantically making an escape,

I hold it in hiding my feelings away.

But for as much as I try the urges tumble forth!

Oh sweet lover that will never be mine,

why must you tease with your perfection?

So close to me I couldn't dare but to touch,

yet never will I know your arms trust.

My eyes well up in spite of my bidding,

as I bite back emotion that burns within.

My chest ripped to shreds from the pain of being denied,

by myself, and by the one whom I've described.

Author's Note

these are two different pieces, but they are the same subject and so alike that I didn't want to make them into separate posts.