what its like
Twilight dark surrounds, lights twinkle below
reflecting in the black space that spreads above.
Silent illumination sneaks through blinds,
tracing the silhouette that brown eyes have been following
since breathing slowed and pulses relaxed.
Soft figure so serene, even light has a feather touch.
The perfect shade of green now hidden behind dreaming eyes,
Brown runs over ivory, head to toe, over ridges and valleys
they traverse, drinking in its beauty.
Moving closer, two pieces of a lifelong puzzle now fit together,
silhouette stirring in her sleep pulls the missing piece in tighter.
Fingers intertwine, tired after writing the perfect love story
on ivory and olive canvas.
Movementstops.
Hearts beat together and bodies rest,
White sky lights keep vigil, washing over every curve,
standing in awe of true perfection.