Fantom Lover Poem by Lucifera Santez

The raven locks, trailing on silk,
Long lashes adorning his closed eyes,
His beautiful full lips sigh,
Part in love, part in sleep,
On crimson velvet my angel lies.
A face,
Of chiseled bones and fine pale skin,
Of cerulean eyes and weariness within,
Tired, broken he murmurs in sleep,
I watch him transfixed and mesmerized.
How great once he was,
And how has he fallen,
In the ruins of his conscience,
With ache which burns,
From the depths
Of his broken heart,
In soirees of his weary soul.
Is this justice unfathomable and blind?
That punishes him,
Again and again with one of his kind,
The beauty is ruse,
To hide pain and his scars,
But I can see them,
And how badly he is marked,
Is this his sin?
Slipping in throes of passion,
If it is,
Then how does it clarifies,
The welts on his alabaster skin,
And burning, punishing tears in his eyes,
I sit there,
Till sun is up in sky,
Till flowers bloom,
And birds fly,
Our fingers entwined,
Souls joined,
I sit there,
Until sun baths,
His perfect scarred body with life,
In these final moments,
Of a day with him,
I keep my eyes fixated on his face,
Until a ray,
Shines blinding my eyes,
Like a shadowy corner,
Like an evasive mist,
I melt, I disappear,
In the darkest recess of his mind,
He wakes up,
Banishing me in dark,
The day goes on,
And so does he,
Waiting for the night,
This brings for us,
The pleasures of eternity…………………