Concealed

Secretly I must tend to these maidenly affections,

I animate in fanciful fantasies due to sparse inspections,

From the few moments I've laid eyes on you,

I have felt the heat redden my complexion.

Our simple courtesies with friendly touch does enclose,

Unbeknownst to any should they suspiciously propose,

That I linger long and lean low towards you,

(In hopes of a hint of your appetite disclosed).

On earthly grounds I dream of you Chthonic love with sable locks,

I'd kindly kiss your ivory skin to hear your gentle murmured vox,

Stolen glances between the moments obscured,

Have stolen me away and left me at love's equinox,

Your eyes are endless pools of woe in which I find Lethe's flow,

Your wrists-which I would press to my cupid's bow-

I would dress in beads made of precious bones,

I'd crown you as the king I see and show you the glory of your misery,

On a throne I'd caress you in until you see life is no tragic din,

Yet, this flowered dream rests underground with gold and jewels,

Along with other concealed treasures shared by lovesick fools,

And when your presence, like a low light, glooms,

my throat tightens with granules.

Though your name can never see the light of night or day on any corporeal page of mine,

I return it to the parchment of the mind,

The one that holds the stories of passing dreams through time,

The same that Death unravels and ultimately unwinds.