Something much

Aside from what we have in common
there’s something about her
something I’m not yet able to touch.

There’s something about her
something that’s so mysterious
something less & something much.

This something is not tearing me apart
but
she has complete control
& complete hold of my heart.

Dreaming. . .
I must have dreamed
A million dreams
where there was no warmth no lights.
I was alone in the streets
until she appeared beneath
my street lamp of glowing lust.
I wanted to hold her tight
But now is now
& more not now
& not now is right.

Still,
 her mystery ensnares
& baits my curiosity.

Of all the spells I choose to bear
no spell is cast with hopes
of discovering
Her source
THE source
of Her mysteries
I have longed to possess.

Exorcise me, please