Erised
She has only read of
the Mirror
In dusty tomes of lost
knowledge
To illuminate her
Gilt gold heart's
desire
He, green eyed, spoke
of
Its power, enthralling
captivation
He, red haired, spoke
of
Its empty glory,
deceiving promise
Both in voices of wispy
longing
A man's heart, she
knows
Wants precisely what is
worst
But she, who is no man
Will see different and
She asks herself, truly
What is your heart's
desire?
The mirror stands
before her, gleaming
Beckoning torchlight
dancing across silver
A silent sigh, she
lifts her eyes
A soft gasp, she sees
That what she should
not want
Dark eyed he regards
her
Moonlight drifting
across pale skin
His long arms encircle
her
His hot breath against
her ear, neck
What is your heart's
desire?
He has never gazed upon
That silvered pane
He knew his heart's
desire
Once, long ago, that
dream
Was shattered, and
To look into that
mirror
See what he would be
denied
Would be more than he
could bear
He, who was once led,
Astray into temptation
Yields not to its
siren's call
Then he sees her
Doe eyed, porcelain
skinned
In the moonlight,
slipping
Before the mirror
He gives into the
yearning
One chance ventured
Everything to gain
On silent feet, he
moves
To stand behind her,
Breathe her deep to
savor
He wraps himself around
her when
She gasps a soft sound
of joy as
He whispers in her ear
What is your heart's desire?
Apparently, I'm in a poetry kick. I'm sure it will pass soon. Couple left more ambiguous because it could apply to a few pairings, some more than others. But we all know which one I like. ;-)