Apparition No. 4

I'd like to fill my notes with you,
doodle your name, though it makes you no justice.
No alias could ever match your face,
lines only poorly explain my heart.

How am I supposed to call you
when I would answer to anyway you'd call me?
I could be anything,
and you could be everything.

It's the untouched you I crave,
for my contact would contaminate.
So pure and yet so earthly,
enthralling canvas of praise and lust.

You're never enough, never too much.
Content with your sole existence,
wishing to reflect in your smiling eyes
if only out of contempt.

I lie, I lie, I lie
when I pretend indifference.
I sin, I sin, I sin
when I hope for more.

One kiss my way
makes worth all the wait.
Though I'm not holding my breath,
touch my hand and I implode.