Shadow Poet

The Moment

Her scent beckons—
Come, take me to wonder.
Her eyes speak in silence;
She holds answers to mysteries,
Resting in the small of her back.

I could name constellations
In every galaxy under heaven.
Her body, a painter’s dream—
I trace it gently with my fingertips;
Each stroke reveals new beauty.

Secrets drift from hidden places,
Filling my mind with liquid verse—
Sounds to be interpreted by the heart,
Blinded by the moment of passion and longing.

After pleasure has quieted us,
We lie together,
Her fingers in my hair,
Stroking me to sleep.

When love is gone,

A moment etched forever in my mind-

memories do not die.