"Strange Interlude"

...the burden of forbidden intrigue.

In this singular moment, I am yours,

Completely and without restraint, and yet

You cannot help but mock me with your power.

Your eyes should be beautiful, but they are merely

Designed to add to the intimidation,

A meditative ocean of secrets

Unlike anything I've ever known before,

Betraying neither subtlety nor openness,

Confidence nor vulnerability.

They are not a lover's eyes;

They are not my lover's eyes, yet they still

Hold a glimpse of something austere and

Utterly perfect.

You hold me in your arms, and there is a space

In which I cannot help but fit perfectly,

Despising you for being so arrogantly blatant, a

Self-assurance that comes with years of experience

I have yet to discover.

You are terribly misguided if you believe you can make me happy,

But, for this moment, I am yours,

And you know as well as I that everything else

Is simply an irrelevant inconvenience.

You remain an unspoken challenge,

A glittering example of the unattainable

You imagine I cannot see---

Or is it simply that you've always wanted me to

From the very beginning?