Lancelot's Quandry


The sun kisses her hair,

            trailing down her arm.

leaving her face in shadows.

Light and dark enfold her.

With each breath,

light pirouettes across her bodice.


Can she feel the heat from my gaze?

Can she hear my heart as it calls to her?


Deep in thought,

            she sits in the shadows.

A slight sigh—from who?

She and I breathe as one

Despite the distance,

Despite taboo,

Despite the shadows…


I’ve never touched her,

            Never let my fingers dance across

Her shadowed cheek,

Never trailed kisses down her hair,

Never imagined her smiling for me,

            Just for me.


Dare I ask?

Dare I act?

The End

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