A Dream

Dreams

I am mesmerized by her form
To memorize I struggle amain
As the golden-red glow of the fire
Cascades over her like warm rain

I long to know everything,  all of her
Every inch, every perfect imperfection
With touch, sight and much more
All my senses alive, ache for erudition

First by touch as my eyes close tight
I tremble and my heart begins to race
Letting my hands ever so gently glide
To memory I commit her gossamer lace

Her warm skin begins to react to my caress
She sighs softly as goose bumps emboss
Skin like fine silk almost liquid to the touch
Takes my breath away my soul betoss

Can a mere mortal look upon an angel
My eyes open slowly fearing she evaporate
As bright light in darkness without warning
Beauty overwhelms so pure, so immaculate

Fingers softly trace the art inked in her flesh
The dark ink in stark contrast to her pale skin
It speaks in a loud voice of the person she is
A beautiful soul combining both yang and yin

As beauty born of pain finds her a canvas
The world has hurt her and taken a toll
She passed through the fire and emerged better
Her beauty made complete body and soul