Her

Alexander Knight

Would day darken with the rising sun?

Does thirst alone quench the dry tongue?

Yearnings grow with time unspent,

Spent with her love progresses.

And I know this:

A long conversation with you,

Under a blue moon draping tinsel onto your shoulders,

And my mind would know clarity.

My joy would overflow from every point of my soul.

To run my hand through your soft, shining hair,

I dare not dream.

Waking from this dream alone excruciates my frame,

And grieves my heart past aid.

The warmth of your breath,

Would appease my heart’s anguish for you.

To see your face,

And end this fervency I feel.

Would I allow?

Would my passion end with a kiss?

I look.

I dream.

I prepare to someday be worthy to pierce your beauty with my eyes,

And feel no pain.

To hold you to me,

Press your face against mine,

And know beyond the shadow of the slightest doubt,

That you love me.

2002