Eyes Bright With Desire

I woke trembling on the eve of dawn dappled sunlight through window shone upon my canvas there had been drawn a masculine image, chiseled cheekbones What fantasy had I taken in flight Had my hand charcoaled this face And in the darkness of my night what knight-errant did I embrace His eyes bore through my very own No angle shielded their penetration I reached for palette and brushes he guided my hand for his creation Colors gave life to detailed features Blue eyes were flecked with gold Bright with desire, grinning at me I'd never painted something so bold My palette awash in shades of oil Streaks of cobalt covered my gown When his eyes stared back at me I knew that soon I would drown I could not bear to tear myself away On and on I painted where he led My hand had wearied from its task I lay back down on my rumpled bed With eyes closed in hope of dreaming of this man who now lives in my heart Come, my handsome knight, once more I can no longer bear living in worlds apart