She lies waiting for me in rest,
Having been poisoned with venom.
Opening the lid, I free the
Claustrophobic air from plenum.
Her face utopic paradise,
Her skin is peachy and creamy.
If what we think about shows through,
Then her thoughts have e’er been dreamy.
She doesn’t feel violated
Any more than Sleeping Beauty
Or Snow White did in their repose,
For love’s first kiss is my duty.
I lean in to awaken her,
My lips approach a treasured bliss.
She will never be prepared for
The intensity of my kiss.
But this doesn’t rouse this beauty,
Who under a spell is sleeping.
As I look on her helpless form,
I can scarcely keep from weeping.
I caress her face and play with
Her angelic and golden strands.
Sadly, she will not arise at
The touch of my mortician hands.