Black;The colour of my hair that you ran your fingers throughAnd clutched and pulled back andGasp;As our legs twirled under sheets stained by first time pleasuresWhile we navigated through uncharted territoryDiscovering hidden treasures;Black;When my eyes closed as your breath traced my curves andPerhaps a screech from the wooden sides of the bedInterrupting our moment of ecstatic silence;Black;Your eyes when I looked into them andSaw my reflection in the mirror within, unlike any otherPortrait of myself I had ever seen before;Raw, exposed, imperfect, in love;Black;The curvature of your body against mineAs 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 onceAnd keep for a lifetime, this moment;Black;Insatiated hunger and unfulfilled dreamsAnd lost passion and misinformed hatredAnd 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.