Mark Williams - Goddess

'You are beautiful'.
No.
False start.

No, I don't love you.
There needs to be more time.
It is too close.
The truth can crush all infinity.
You are not my Goddess.
Your hair is not stunning.
It is not stopping my heart from beating.
Your eyes are blue,
Yes. I will not compare them,
Pitifully, to a God of water or raging storms.

No.
Your body,
Yes, does grace us all with such frailty.
So delicate, so soft to bring, as a free gift,
Moments of completely peaceful clarity.
It is not so warm as to incite furiously primal senses,
You do not overwhelm my morals of decency.
I will not be tempted in lust for you.
I cannot.

Every tiny pulse in your breast,
Every mistake you regret,
Every time you glance at me,
I could give my heart to you.
As a glass vase surrounded by mighty bells,
Ready to shatter at any moment.
But No!
I cannot say I love you,
Not yet,
I cannot!

When I finally, finally love you,
Breaking under your pressure,
Your unknowing weight,
There will never be just another day,
Of me simply loving you.
Every morning will see me falling again,
Into love with you.
Every noon will see us dancing in your eyes,
Your heart,
My world.
Every new evening will have me understanding you,
Knowing you,
Casting you in permanence to my memories.
Every evening, like death,
We will part to sleep.
Even next to each other,
Our bodies intertwined, as feral undisturbed vines,
My heart will break.
I need to see you again.
I will be torn screaming from my home,
Torn out of love in that moment.
In dreams I will see the woman of them,
You.
Only a small flicker of you, an echo of you,
Praying to wake as soon as I could from the nightmare,
To find you.
As the echo ringing from wall to wall,
Breaches no further into our lives, ends,
I shall fall in love with you again.

Mark Williams

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