Mynoph

Crisp white pearls explode from her neck.
So bright that any man, no matter to what his loyalty might be, would look.
I have the right to call her mine, yet I am ungrateful.
My curious mind holds me back.
As fucked up as that sounds, not a soul would ever understand.
My deepest thoughts would rape any mind.
For in my mind, perfection seems clear.
I touch perfection, I can feel it,
but never take it.
Maybe the gods hold me back.
Possibly my love for a single soul holds me back.
For her single soul.
For his single soul.
One of these dying days I will take hold of this perfection and never give any room for escape.
I will not share this day with anyone.
I am alone with my thoughts, that is perfection in itself.
but who am I to speak?