I had been up for a few hours
the silent body in my warm bed stirred a few times
cooing moans of my caramel skinned goddess between my dirty flannel.
I'd light up but the faintest cough, the slightest stirring could let her know I'm awake,
and its time to be together again.
Still... I can't resist the tug of her infinite charm.
Like an exotic perfume luring me, guiding me through the still air on tendrils of lazy rolling smoke.
My fervor burning with all the quiet desperation of this candle. Flickering, sputtering, but never unanchored to the sweet well of his lover.
Lover...
That smooth skin, those parted dry lips...
that gasp
that escape of ecstasy as my fingers firmly round the finer points.
That innocent crease of gently shut eyelids
in the realm between sleep and little gasping deaths.
Trapped in that moment before a kiss
before desperate bodies are entwined
one
if not for a moment- an eternity.
One is not the lonliest number
it is the only.
Wrapped, secured,
the time has come to be together again.
There are no words
no time
no sorrow
There is only one
as we succumb to the quiet eternity.
Nothing can compare.
Nothing can replace.
The only light is She.
She is the candle
I am the flame
extinguished
left ghostly and dissapated
my remnants drifting lazilly
There is only one now.
In another silent dawn
as I have watched over her dreams again
waiting for the moment
to be together again.
