painful proximities

I long, I yearn
as I gaze upon her unique beauty
which is anything but unique
yet undeniably so
Her slender nose angled slightly
to access a tender kiss
upon a mouth that looks as if
it could be sweet to the taste

I listen intently to her delicate nothings,
a gentle lisp caressing each plurality
as her charm captivates my best defenses
I die slowly with each twitch of her angular brow
and every lift of her sloped cheek,
a smile that could melt an ice cube in the Arctic
Hair parted in nonchalance
it screams of perfection, intention
yet I am made painfully aware,
she need not intend her beauty

She was born an angel