Chestnut Angel

Once again
I find myself sitting here,
alone in my dejection,
longing for your touch-
your embrace...
or just a warm glance
I am languid with desire,
overcome by an insatiable need
to look 
in the fervid passion 
of your gaze
God, how I long to be
lost somewhere
in your azure eyes-
I’d trade my whole world
just to be part of yours...
Oh, what I’d give
to run my fingers
through your rubescent hair,
luminous as the vermilion sunrise
And in my dreams
I can make you happy-
But, alas, my chestnut angel
you remain to me
an enigma,
ever close to my heart,
yet so far out of reach.