Darkness,
As far as the eyes can stretch,
No patterns, no shapes, no you.
But...
I can smell you,
Your smell so alluring,
So moreish, so sexy.
I can touch you,
Your touch so easy,
So feathery, so fine.
I can taste you,
Your lips so wet,
So full of your sweetness.
I can hear you,
Your breathing soft,
Then heavy and hard.
But I'm greedy,
I desire,
No,
I require more.
So in trickles light,
Seeping through the low window,
An opening to a charming view,
A moment taken to admire the world:
The tree, the houses, the vast dark night.
Then back to you,
A new beauty now bestows you;
You are bathed in an enchanting blue light,
The true colour of which,
Is almost impossible to describe.
New shadows creep around your figure,
Your naked body is bewitched by this twilight.
You whisper in my ear,
Words that make me kiss you.
I want it all right now,
To see you,
To smell you,
To touch you,
To taste you,
To hear you.
All five senses alive with passion,
No one greater than an another;
Yet somehow the blue light
Binds it all together.
The grainy light seems thick,
The sounds and smells linger on it,
Sensations are heightened by it,
Taste is enriched by it,
It truly is the blue light of lovers.
Moya Levy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/0076-the-blue-light-of-lovers/
