Flickering candles hide the silhouette of the darkness,
That hide in the four corners of the room,
Their luminance flow off the color of your bare flesh,
Beam off the soft glow of your eyes,
While my arms fold over your flesh softness
Quiet stirs the air,
While heartbeats beat without urgency,
Minds think without... Thinking ...
Wondering fingertips gingerly smooth out unseen wrinkles of our flesh,
As the sounds of our world filters through our ears,
While a stolen moment of intimacy goes unforgotten
From my blog of sentience poetry:
1Manview © 12 --3 – 2014
