Woman

...
i looked
heaven within her, scentless
celestially cold, drawn of whisper's hint of warmth
against the dream of my closed eyes
still
i couldn't tell
her to do anything against her will
and waited to understand she was breathing
before i breathed

her gravity pulled me close enough
to stay in or
bit my lip thinking
her lips dry, soft and sealed

screened
i tasted my own hesitancy
wished she would close her eyes
give in peacefully
fall into the arc of my arm

but she marked me
guilty
of an undeserved ambition
under a guillotine of conscience
where nudity became art
by my impotence

Copyright 2006, Eric Nunnally (12.04.06)