Mounting Pleasures

It is not fair
that I have to share my
dreams with empty resolve.

It is too much to dare to hope for
something real, to compare what is old
with something that is new.

How can I move on?
When I am brought back to the ground?
I see your face
I see your eyes
The light in them fascinates my soul
but the goal that I have in mind was to be with you.

And the undeniable mounting feelings of pleasures
that I have to give and treasure with only you
Do I dare come to reality?
And hear you say no?
That nothing can come of this
and we have to endure what is real.

A reality of exchanges
The words I do still in our ears, the commitment of our
partner's bonafide and solid.
For even if it was real we would still be in a mirror, looking at
a reflection that is shallow as a grave ande the moments day in
day out and cold as the night.

The sinful mounting pleasures guilty as it may be my lustful
shame of wanting, that is not even there

Belinda 2010