Phantom rivers of light

 

I want to kiss

the dark void,

knowing that my lips

will connect

with your soft head.

Feel your warmth,

as we lay

shipwrecked

on the desert island

of my bed.

 

Barely visible through the dark,

just the moonlight upon skin.

Etched outlines over which

fingertips embark,

across the stark canvas of night.

Lines that mesmerise.

I'm drawn to memorise,

by painting them every

day and night,

into the dawning

drawing pad of my mind.

 

Breath races at a heightened pace

as I trace the moonlight

which enlightens

your face,

as you lay in the darkness

beside me. The lapping waves

of the sea or butterflies awakened

deep in the belly, trying to break free.

 

All I see are imaginary palm trees

shimmering out of view and you,

those lines of perfection,

phantom rivers of light,

solid under fingertips of love,

that the nighttime moon above

has deemed are in need of projection,

and who am I to question?

When I’m sinking into

the ocean of your affection

 

And as the sunlight

starts to glow

I'll be even more dazzled,

by the sight

so many miles below.

In this bed, once an island

on an empty ocean

Now a glowing landscape,

A temple of emotion.

And you lay beside me here,

No longer just outlines,

whole landscapes appear,

becoming more defined,

and the image

Is divine.

I want to spend eternity

tracing every line.

 

 

 

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