Your existence is a mystery to me
As I sense it yet have no proof of it
Other than in my reality, I never
Dream of you, I couldn’t possibly
My fantasy unable to conceive you.
Your big sapphire eyes hypnotise me
Their depth captivates me in realms of fables,
Blinks, moments of necessary recovery
For me to catch my breath regain consciousness.
Your silver hazel mane intimate pleasures
Passing my fingers through the curls
Strumming your goatee as an instrument
Awaiting for you to emit the timid sound
Inviting me to let my hands stroll further,
Along your body your back and torso to your tail
Caress you as if I will only have you
For an instant before you disappear.
[Featured painting: Beyond Words by Anne Stokes]