Post by bianxraquel on Sept 26, 2008 8:12:49 GMT 8
(...of nights spent with the world unaware)
there were nights when both our tongues
spoke nothing of desire, but ashen dreams.
there were nights when fingers drew circles
on palms wide open, closing in, not letting go
for a moment. and nothing is remembered.
there were nights when words never seem to run out,
such luscious lips illuminated in layers of luminous love.
there were nights when both our eyes see through,
and beyond; faces floating in that paradise sought
and never seen. there are voices, but no one hears.
there were nights when minds become blank and
emotions run wild; free, at last. a night, just one.
there were nights when bodies become paint on canvas,
colors sensually form and mold and bind; white primer
stained with the sins of mortals.
there were nights when both our tongues
spoke nothing of desire, but ashen dreams.
there were nights when fingers drew circles
on palms wide open, closing in, not letting go
for a moment. and nothing is remembered.
there were nights when words never seem to run out,
such luscious lips illuminated in layers of luminous love.
there were nights when both our eyes see through,
and beyond; faces floating in that paradise sought
and never seen. there are voices, but no one hears.
there were nights when minds become blank and
emotions run wild; free, at last. a night, just one.
there were nights when bodies become paint on canvas,
colors sensually form and mold and bind; white primer
stained with the sins of mortals.
