Moonlight

I am woken by light,
but this is no ray of sun.
Moonlight breaks through
the window to disturb my rest,
slicing the air like silver daggers.

I feel your body on the bed,
your warmth and weight comfort me.
My hand is on your thigh;
the heat of your touch a burning brand.

Moonlight falls on your cheek;
you glow with pale radiance.
Your face is sculpted in silver light
and shadow, only the breath
from your lips give you life.

I want to touch your skin,
but I don't dare.
Will you be the woman I seek,
or will you dissolve with the morning light?

I dare not touch you,
as much as I want.
I lie awake, watching you sleep,
afraid that the glow of morning
will take you away forever.