"Admirer"

I've said your name
so many times in my sleep,
I'm surprised you haven't heard me
or awakened to find me by your side,
whispering poetic confessions of love
upon your body, as if you were the canvas
of beauty, and I just an admirer
captured by his muse,
crying take me from here,
place me in your dreams
where I may make love to you
among the scent of violets,
until the sun sets and rises
on the place of dreams
and fantasies of our own making.