just another love poem ...
it's the soft shadows
of your voice
that coax me
through the fluid cold
of the moonless night
into the warm pool
of your desire
it's the music
of your fingers
dancing across my body
like a child pianist searching for
middle c
that ignites the fire of
my unsteady passion
it's the brush
of your longing lips
that floods my paper life
with colours so bright with beauty
that i fear i'll go blind
until i am swallowed by love's climactic moment
and forget that i have eyes
of your voice
that coax me
through the fluid cold
of the moonless night
into the warm pool
of your desire
it's the music
of your fingers
dancing across my body
like a child pianist searching for
middle c
that ignites the fire of
my unsteady passion
it's the brush
of your longing lips
that floods my paper life
with colours so bright with beauty
that i fear i'll go blind
until i am swallowed by love's climactic moment
and forget that i have eyes
