As streetlight filters through the closed vertical blinds
Giving third dimension to the pictures on your wall
Outlining your face with silver thread
And your silhouette moves on top of me, finding my lips
You spin me tumbling down a lightless well named “feels so good”
See
the darkness of your skin
gently blends with the darkness of the room
two delectable shades of black
engulfing me as the sea depth
or the space depths
or the depths of the right side under my bed
where my favorite shoes always slide to
and my roommate is too lazy to climb under and get them so they
stay there for safekeeping
the
darkness of the paper bag my grandmother
slips her peaches in for two days
so they ripen just enough to slake both hunger and thirst at the same time
comforting darkness
forcing your fingers to work diligently because light’s lack renders my body a film negative
inverted shades
relying on the echolocation of my sighs and moans
to determine how close I am to achieving
darkness
my tongue exploring the darkness of your mouth
speechless pleasure,
speaking inaudible sentences
imagining what isn’t completely concealed by the
darkness
reading your goose bumps like Braille
traveling the expanse of you
your tensings and trembles telling me where to go
when to go,
how to go
you ask to taste my personal darkness
holding vats of sweet wine
trickling forth for only you
glad the late hour covers my blush
as we take our time not to stumble
in the dark
carefully entangling our bodies in
the most complicated of ways
because crossed fingers and toes are not enough
to wish the minutes into hours
and the dawn out of existence
So in defiance of the approaching light
we lie
asleep
in darkness
