MIST

The pale blanket

Covering your perfect form

Tantalizes, teases -

I know what I want to see

Is right underneath;

The clean jacket

On nakedness, as the day you were born - 

My imagination pleases,

Breaks into pieces, and incites me

To tearing apart the sheath.

It fits you so perfectly

Like it was made for you.

A cover to not really hide 

What you've got in store;

It blinds me, it binds me

To you more than ever, too;

I yearn to pull you to my side

And beg you for more.

That ghostly shroud that you use

To hold on to your modesty;

That pale white transparency, my muse -

Won't you shrug it off and come to me?

You move the transparent layer 

Over yourself, you wicked goddess,

Inch by delectable inch, revealing,

What you pretended to be concealing,

The beauteous form of you, god bless,

The body I worship, the body so fair.

What do you really fear, my love?

Show me at least a little of your face,

I'd quench my thirst by drinking it all in,

I'd live on the memory of your lovely countenance,

You, beautiful you, you rise above,

Intimidating me, yet you I want to embrace,

It's you I want to be with, with you I've been,

For you this burning need, this yearning penance.

You laugh out loud, like the thunder;

You wink at me, like a lightning streak;

Oh, woe is me, why are we asunder?

Light years apart, so to speak.

Darkness has fallen, my dear love,

And you blend with the dark, a dark form now,

Spanning the skies with your greatness,

You ask me to leave; can you see my distress?

I shall have to come back on the morrow,

Since I need to see you again;

Cupid has given me a delightful pain,

He's struck me with his poisoned arrow.

'Cause I'm in love now, with only you,

You with your naughty smile, and false modesty,

You with your transparent sheet; you,

The one behind my dreams, my only dream.