My Reticence

If I saw you resting there, in a darkened room, by a window
As the sun’s rays melted through the drapes, onto your bare chest

I would gasp at the curves of your unrobed silhouette

I would want to say something, “I want you. I need you.”

As your hand would rest on your knee, your eyes would gaze

I would wonder what you were thinking - hoping it was of me

If I saw you looking in my direction, my heart would stop

Aroused, the urge to look away would drown me

I would stand there, static, amidst a burning passion

I would want to speak to the source of my body's revival

But words would not find their way from the depth of my breath

So I would stand there and wait, for you... to come to me