Maybe Next Time

Slowly the thoughts trickled through his brain,
Where has my mind gone?
Where has my mind gone?
He rose from his rest, urested;
A thousand thousand times his mind warred and lost.

The hallway loomed like a endless tunnel
His destination so near and yet,
Farther than he thought he could travel.
His sense of direction - Skewed.

The portal, open before him, beckoned.
He lay his hand upon the wooden frame
Caught in his indecision, he muses,
Where is my body leading?
Where is my body leading?
A signal from his brain: His body moves again.

A corner turned, a corner turned;
The single flickering night lite,
Harsh in the surrounding darkness,
Burned a fiery pattern upon all in the room.

Her form lay sleeping on the bed,
Covered by an old blanket and new sheets.
One leg languidly dangled, exposed
To eyes that screamed with lust:
Will my mind follow my body?
Will my mind follow my body?
She shifted, pulling her leg from view.

The light now danced across her body in repose.
Her silhouette, snake-like in its curves,
Gave promise of hidden beauty, forbidden beauty.
His hand remained on the wooden frame.

What line is this, drawn in the sand,
That one cannot cross? Who drew it?
A minute passed, breath exhaled
In simple slow patterns, she sleeps still.
He looks upon her face, heartbroken by love,
Denied by fate. His will broken,
He turned away, retreating to his fantasy.
Maybe next time.
Maybe next time.
As his sister's room retreated down the hall.