Desiderium

By Calis Cheah

 sigrd@hotmail.com

http://www.crosswinds.net/~sigrd/solitude

I want to touch

Your impassive face.

My fingers leaving

A trace.

Cold and distant,

Your mirror eyes

I saw myself

Ensnared inside.

I want to stand,

Cloaked in your hair.

A web of silver

In the moonlight fair.

Come,

Hold me close.

Feel your lips on mine,

Like a petal from the rose.

Lay down with me

In the darkness.

Cover me with

Your gentleness.

Your heart beating

Against mine.

Soon we will be one

In time.

"Desiderium" means longing in Latin