Mysteriously I beckon Him.
I watch in the shadows.

Can He see my eyes in the darkness as they look upon Him? Can He hear how my breathing changes when I am near Him? Does He hear the words I have not spoken or see a change so subtle in which I try to hide?

Can He fathom my deepest darkest desires? Could He wrestle with my demons and be victorious? Could He not only draw me in but keep me there? Could He look upon me and see beneath the smile I flash in public?

Would He know how to touch me in the place I am too afraid to allow to surface of my own accord?
Could He possibly find the secrecy in which lies in wait for one whom can open up this deepened passion that resides within?

Could His very essence mix with mine to create a dance of which artists only dream of painting? Could He create A Masterpiece in what I allow Him to see within me? Could He paint it on a canvas in the dark with my presence surrounding him not in body but in spirit?
Would He claim to know me once accomplished?

Could He?

Written By:
Donna White
5/24/07