Skin Walker

Skin walker

I've met someone I think I could love;
she brandishes what joy is made of-

I lose myself in thoughts about her,
And how I would love to surround her;

The way she talks is hypnotizing,
The way she walks is mesmerizing-

but how do I know if the love is true,
or if she just reminds me of you?

I cannot help but vainly wonder,
If, toward you, I still will plunder;

For even in my lovers trance,
The thoughts of you scantily dance.

Loving her leaves impressions of sin,
When your shadow walks upon her skin.