Perched with satin elegance and poise

tasting tears and joys yet unknown

bitter on my heart and tongue

picking daisies for godless skies and

closets filled with plastic lies braided with yarn and hope for

a better life

Gently wondering where you've wandered

fearing you can hear my mind stalking yours

Italian starlets grace your screen

but I'm tracing hearts on my skin

intending accidental magic and

imagining wishful sinning

the pleasure we could have together

Dewy sweet scent nestling inside

fresh wet face pressing against quickening time

paintbrush lips graze across nerves waiting for ages

the ways I've written words picturing what I believed

forever fiction

she is my affliction

yet she is never mine