You are a flame inside me Flickering, Teasing, Caressing, Smoldering. You are far away Yet so close Teetering on the edge of my imagination. The yearning is the knowing The mere knowledge of you That you are existing somewhere Somewhere my reality can’t touch. My words spill out of me Candy from an overstuffed piñata Pages and pages Poems scattered about like hungry pigeons. You make me hungry So eager to express To spill my inner self onto empty pages. You are my muse My cruel inspiration The tears staining my pillow. I am dancing on a cloud Unnoticed by you As you live your life Unaware of mine. My words are endless My thoughts knowing no bounds As I imagine your eyes Penetrating through me. You are my fantasy My never forever My drug of choice. You are the fuel that keeps me writing, Feeling, Expressing. You are my special light Turning on inside me When all my creativity is turned off. I want to ravish you Bite the buttons off your shirt Loosen your necktie Drown in your eyes without a life jacket. You are my muse crush The smile on my face The pain in my heart The hello that never comes The inevitable goodbye. © 2014 Stacey Handler