Black

Black;
The colour of my hair that you ran your fingers through
And clutched and pulled back and
Gasp;
As our legs twirled under sheets stained by first time pleasures
While we navigated through uncharted territory
Discovering hidden treasures;
Black;
When my eyes closed as your breath traced my curves and
Perhaps a screech from the wooden sides of the bed
Interrupting our moment of ecstatic silence;
Black;
Your eyes when I looked into them and
Saw my reflection in the mirror within, unlike any other
Portrait of myself I had ever seen before;
Raw, exposed, imperfect, in love;
Black;
The curvature of your body against mine
As we fitted like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle,
Meant to be that way, maybe not forever,
But, at least for now,
Black;
Dreamless slumber,
Palms of my hands that clip your shoulders to my head,
Time running as time does or a tad bit faster,
If only I could trap it in a jar for this once
And keep for a lifetime, this moment;
Black;
Insatiated hunger and unfulfilled dreams
And lost passion and misinformed hatred
And unrequited love;
Black;
The thunderstorm’s madness,
The serenity of the night;
The insides of my being and the ramblings of my mind;
The shade of my feet, and the road beneath it,
The immediate and the late, the lost and the forgotten,
The notoriety of fate;
Black.