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].