SENSUAL AGONY

What torment to bear, so as not to be pained,
When the senses say, what the body can't speak!
How your presence invades the comfort I gained
To finally leave me languishing and weak!

All the words describing the beauty you possess
Are music that plays like an orchestral event;
If your beauty could sing, I'd heed with intent,
The longer I behold the more tunes you create.

But can it matter now, if I blind these two eyes
With a shroud of mist, to blur the visual feast?
For the mind selfishly takes what both eyes give
To secretly replays the images it keeps.

Where a wisp of your scent bores into my skin,
Lingering like some intoxicating drinks:
Is it a cure for my beleaguered being?
Or a sedative to bring me a peaceful dream?

And how your supple touch has gently aroused
The passion within a stoical facade;
Your mild caresses caused my crumbling defense,
Yielding to your embrace, so warm and so intense.

The taste of sweet love, or the taste of deep pain?
One choice to make, for all the worth of love's cost;
The aftertaste of longing when you can't be mine,
The bitter reality when all would be lost.

What agony I endure, so as not to hurt,
When my senses speak up, when my body won't;
The sensual appeasement of a troubled soul,
The desire of a love I could never take hold.

© 2010 Miguel Rogali