Muse

I am not,
What you are
To me.  
An undercurrent of absence
Drags me under
Filling lungs, expanding cage
Breaking
My heart.
 
I'm awake, aware
Of this chasm
You have built.
Erecting bridges,
Won't change this.
My expressions, unrequited
Cannot reach you.
 
If it did...
 
Feather light, lips
Grazing yours.
Turning urgent,
Prelude to passion.
Pressing into you
Mouths locked, deep
Tongues searching
Drawing it
Out.  
 
Holding you there,
Feeling your frame
Melt into
Release into  
Me, trusting me,
To hold a space
For your hesitant
Soul.
 
Caution makes for  
Slow hands,
Rising to pull
Me, into you.  
There is only love
For you, here.  
Unconditional acceptance
Of your beautiful,  
Tortured mind.  
 
I will take care
With your body.
Trace the blue lines
Under translucent skin
Send chills, raise bumps
Please you,
As I have always
Craved you.  
 
A mind that captures and
Inspires me,
Although unaware,
Is the one  
That owns me.  
As I lament,
It is impossible
To forget.