March 13, 2012

the color of moon



...

tonite
a windy wordstorm
is raining in my mind
drops of sharpened alphabets fall
clouds of black, blank promises fly
but before the emotional monsoon starts
to bloom inside my heart
i take 3 deep blows of breath
inhale, exhale
emptying these whirling thoughts
to imagine
my pale cream body
frozen, but warmed
in the middle of the gallery
of his desires 
the floor, a purple mosaic
instrumental Metallica in the air
with the scent of Love
i slowly lift my head
to gaze out the only window
letting the moonlight
flirt with my eyes
smiling
before i close them
to feel the shine of him
tenderly wrapping my skin
with the colors
of
a
bright
nite

...

['MidnightDancer' by SALIM].