Come to Me Pale

I white you,

Weave you,

Steal your

Pale.

Pen dangles

Entreats

Saucered eye,

Poised to pilfer, parade

Cornea,

Statuesque, exalted, spooned

In creased palm.

You sit, thin legs crossed,

Head back, arched beauty.

Across the room.

Dark strands slid

On shadowed neck,

Imperfection vivid,

Excusable.

Floral filters inhale

Your skin, smooth, porcelain,

Restless tongue clicking

Dream rhythms.

Slipping imagined

Hand over tight,

Flaming body,

Collapsed in sun-bred

Rapture.

You, curled,

Draped luxuriously on envied

Chair, feminine warmth

Draining sunrise onto

Frothing path.

Bodies crept to touch

Without contact,

Without embrace

Of loveless

Fervor.

Sheer, animalistic

Magnetism,

Vibrations of your breath

Gyrate across enticed nodes,

Goose-fleshed,

Quivering.

Pressing voice to voice,

Words splitting air.

Molecules reject, eyes part

Splitting atoms

To fire motion.

Those painfully anxious nights

Sweated, lonely,

Dying for your coolness,

Your pale;

Your touch on marble corpse:

Drowning, pessimistic,

Sighing when you can’t listen,

Weeping alone, so you can’t feel sorry,

Dying where you’ll never know.

White me, tempt my sight,

Use ignited vision

To free this,

Tamed wraith,

A fretful invertebrate

Chained to another

Lifeless beauty.