Between the delicate, melodious verses…
Between the feather-falling stanzas…
Your downy artistry overwhelms me,
Your elegant sensuality fills me,
The eclipse of my heart occurs.
Lilting, softly singing,
Your words drape me,
And take me,
Beyond what my world says is real…
So far beyond what I deserve.
This is the moment where fantasy…
The moment where I realize that you are the one…
The moment when I look myself in the mirror…
I love you.
And I want,
To live what you write.
© 2019 W. C. Stacia, Jr.