Beside Myself

I did not hear you, coming in
As silent as a prayer said
But here beside myself, your skin,
Unwinding troth, like silken thread

Of treasure woven of desire
Fulfills my longing, all one needs
To taste of that hot joyous fire
That tempts until my heart concedes

My fingers prize divine caress
Before the plunge that frauds the vow
It is most perfect, Yes, Yes, Yes
Dare not refuse the joy of now

Like the blind at the dawn of hue
Warm colors I ken at your touch
As young as Eden, all is you
My tears of rapture rue too much

And reaching zenith sweetly traps
To force the fall from that pure shelf
My wicked tears, the pillow saps
Alone I wake, beside myself

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