She

She's dreaming..... her hair in tangles , and all astrew on her pillow , frame the face of a sleeping angel. I could sit and watch forever, the rise and fall of her chest with the intake of each sweet breath. She awakes..... her eyes show the promise , of a thousand shared , unseen sunsets. The light of a smile that dances in those eyes are a haven, from a long wearily-traveled road. Her skin brushes mine, and a fire shoots through my being. If it be fire, then I would gladly burn in this inferno, for just one touch of her skin . Our lips meet, and the world stops..... for a time there is nothing else, but this moment and this reality The world ceases to be , and the only important thing is this moment, right here, right now. I awake, and a dagger twists deep inside, for someone else holds the lock, to this world. Try as I can and wish as I might, I cannot find the key to her heart