You

You are the one whom I fear to meet each day and yet I cannot wait until I do. I know the pain will come I know the choking in my throat of the words that are never spoke. I know of your lust for me but never seek it out , though the slightest taste will leave me weak and mindless. I have no other world but you. Your smile is my sun. Your eyes my stars . Your face my moon . Your touch and warm caress my earth and food. Tis thee , my love. And would I add a visage that would haunt me in my loneliness like a nightmare in my dreams, most certainly it would be yours. Athena Beauchamp 5 , December 1999