your embrace must be warm, i think
as i lay loveless on a bed of thorns.
they sting, and bite and burn,
but my thoughts remain beautiful.
i think of tangled hands and gentle smiles
and of everything that could be.
i think of you and me,
touched by love in all its might.
your touch must be dewdrops
sweetly trickling over me;
your laughter must be golden
denying all obliviousness.
i think of my desires, tender
as they melt into you;
though this is not mine to know.
still, my thoughts remain beautiful.
