Darkness laid gently
across willing eyes—
not absence,
but invitation.
The world narrows
to breath and nearness,
to the soft geography
of another presence.
Sight steps aside.
Other senses rise
like quiet conspirators
in the night.
A whisper becomes flame.
A fingertip becomes thunder.
The air itself
seems to lean closer.
Without the tyranny of seeing
every touch arrives
like a newly discovered shore—
slow, deliberate, certain.
In this velvet hush
the body remembers
how mystery once felt
before the mind learned certainty.
And somewhere
beneath the folded cloth
a deeper vision opens—
not of form
but of longing,
not of surface
but of the luminous
distance
between two hearts
finding their way
in the dark.
I felt this all the way… nice poem
Passionately penned, S. Excellent write with precise imagery my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
A sensual masterpiece of mesmerizing sensuality. Just loved this my friend. You really lit the midnight torches for me here.
John