Saccharine

Sing a sweet smile my dear
Your face is kissed by the sun
That face that bears no fear
And enters all pure imagination

Those tea-stained lips
That caress the cold in mine
I take them like earl gray sips
And savor them throughout time

And when the sun ceases to shine
The other stars will dance for you
Your lips trade tea for wine
Each scent feels fresh and new

You open the box to my heart
Threading in and out to sew
Like a fleeting silent dart
A creeping invasion to my soul

I gather you in my arms
As your eyes vanish from my sight
Abandoning your saccharine charms
I hold on with futile might

It is the still of the night
I await your hushed return
Await you from your faraway flight
The single touch I yearn