I cross this dark river
on the whisper of the wind
upon the chrystalline wings of my imagination
rhythmic flutter of my heart
stillness before my fingertip
a candle wrapped in black
the intense silence
anticipation
I listen
to the song of your breath
feeling your quiver
savoring the precious
like a raindrop upon your tongue
like honey dripping from your fingertips
drunken sweetness stripped
from the honeycombs
of desire
my soul
bare to the night
our night
embodied
in poetry
our brushstrokes
upon the canvas
of you and I
Copyright © 2014 Robin Christopher Amaral