Kiss Me Poem by Emma Atkinson

Oh, that you would kiss me,
Feel your lips like honey on mine.
But it seems that could never be,
Like a hope that springs up with the dusk,
Only to die at dawn,
Alive and beating,
Suddenly gone.
I am here, alone.
Empty, broken form longing.
My dear,
Only our eyes have met,
And yet,
I remember you.
Am I smaller than a speck of dust in your eyes
That you should turn from me so?
Love, in mine, you are the sun, and in my heart you rise.
I tell myself if you turned back, you would see this.
Turn around and see.
I wait hopefully
Contained.
Terribly afraid,
I tremble to think I am pretty in your eyes.
I know not how to show it,
But to let my blush betray me.
No surprise,
I am frozen, quiet.
The whispering stream of my thoughts turned to solid ice.
Behold my demise.
I can't help loving you and can't-
Can't bear that you don't know it.
It is unbearable for me to show it,
To leave my soul so exposed.
Speak for me.
Yell for me.
Call my name, and I will come.
My Love,
Please.
Say something.
Anything-
Nothing, say nothing at all.
There are other ways of speaking,
And you know
it is not your words I want-
Words ebb and flow.
No,
It is you I want.
Please, just turn around and look.
Look at me again-
Look at me as I dream of you.
You make me dream.
Dreams pass, it's true.
But not this one.
No, don't make it end-
It has only just begun.
I want this to be real,
Yet never want to wake,
Unless by your loving caress.
I don't want to wake-
Only feel
Your lips like honey on mine
As our silhouettes entwine.
I ask only this:
If wake me you must,
Do it by a kiss.