Untouchable

On a night when dreams are asleep
feeling the carnal pain of my lust
lying here in my bed long of dread
with the untouchable of my wed

My only being is my love
long of tongue long of a thread
as my fingers slowly creep
sheets of embers, now gone frigid

But who wakes you from your slumber
naked and cold as you shudder
from your peaceful rest
neath a fairs' moon of winter born

Like a fallen angel with cold arms
in the loneliness of my dreary
wearing love on the sleeve of my pen
with the untouchable of my wed