Lying on the bed

She is lying on the bed
eyes closed
lips open
she likes to sleep
in the middle of the bed
no one knows why
I know she’s not asleep
I feel her mind
hanging in the air
like a dense warm fog
I walk to her side
a board creaks
her leg twitches
I reach out
inches from her
smooth pale skin
I long to feel that
silky smooth body
every nerve
in my hand is on fire
I can feel the heat
rising from her skin
caring with it the sweet
smell of perfume
nothing can define
my love for her
she is my angel
she lives in my mind
every minute of everyday
I lean closer
my nose is engulfed
with her scent
she is my goddess
but.... she is not mine to have
this is not my life
and I am not here
she stirs
and as I walk out
she pulls my brother close
neither will know my
need
and I walk out into the lonely night