Woman, woman

Images that come to me
Unexpectedly,
Like glowing embers
In the smouldering fire of my love
Woman for woman.

Sweet dreams
Of resplendent beauty
That light the darkest caverns of my mind;
That excite and thrill my whole being,
Leaving me drained -
Fit only for uneasy sleep.
Longing,
Despairing,
Hopeful but fearful
Of this unspeakable love,
Woman for woman.

A love that cherishes and adores,
That needs and desires,
That dreams and sighs,
That breathes and feels
As any love.
But must stay hidden,
Must wear the mask of innocent friendship.
Must survive
If at all,
On the scraps of affection
Gleaned, I from her,
Woman from woman