each detail

es cada detalle
esos intrincaciones de intimidad
mi deseo mas futil
pero poder a...
mi mano extendida esta buscando la piel
en cualquier momento yo quisiera
o el sonido del aliento
mientras que yo este mirando tu pecho naciente
durmiendo

it is each detail
those intricacies of closeness
my desire more futile
oh but to be able to...
my hand outstretched seeking skin
whenever I willed
or the sound of breath
while watching the rise of your chest
sleeping
those overlooked delights reserved
for the woman I am not
only the other
blushing hot with the idea
of stealing kisses
contriving to be near you
to feast the eyes and tease a hungry mouth
both of us
walking a fine edge and borrowing time
from the inevitable
crush and accompanying pain
of discovery
our intrigue thrown open
my scarlet letter
earned if not by deed
then ten fold in thought
but it is the detail
not the vulgar possibilities
which keeps me suspended
wanting not to end the burn in my skin
that grows when I hear you say my name
thinking that you are
around each corner I near
walking always in wait
holding until I see you
separated from me by public space or
the task at hand
but still there returning the gaze
which might devour if unleashed
your embraces send fire into my spine
and flood me
restraint relaxing, overcome but cautious
because our lust threatens to engulf us
this longing unexplained
neither of us with the confidence to accept
the other’s desires
but each response building up the next
it is the intricacies
intimate privileges unobtainable
which prick at my conscience
piercing the fantasies
bringing the reality check early this month
still my womb pulses
with only the memory of your brilliant smile

© e.e.stanley 1999