The streetlights come through your window,
And I adore the blue light shading,
For it gives your face an angelic glow,
And that alone reminds me of our love, never fading.
Your arms around my waist, so tightly,
With your tender lips caressing my own,
I feel the sweet breath you breathe,
And I wish this moment engraved in stone.
The rain falls down hard outside,
But I hear not its cascading noise,
I'm so locked and deep into your eyes,
And kept amazed by your lovely poise.
You whisper that you love me so,
But that, my love, I already know.

The way you rapped me around your little finger
Twisted and twisted till I could untie myself no more.
Rocking and rolling my poor heart, letting it linger
Leaving it left so sore.
Yet this passion clutched me, hung from my every limb.
I would not leave you. As I knew you would not me.
The country moves of yours swaying, humming hymns
Every move so elegant, so classical, so free.
I could not grasp the way you did it,
Moved me from my deep burrowed Blues.
My hero in every form, like a candle lit
In a darkened, dusky room.
You will be my song, my tune, my being.
For you and I will breathe as one breathing.

As I trace the rise and fall of your back,
I think how lovely you are in morning -
How is it my heart shall beat now it lacks
Night's bold ignorance I am now scorning?
Afraid to touch, my fingers skim your skin
Only to graze unmapped constellations
Composed of small stars made of melanin;
The act gives my heart wild palpitations.  
Surely I could put a tack in the sun
To stop its rapid ascent to midday -
I can hardly blink before dawn is done
And you rise and I am full of dismay.
         To wake next to you I would face the sight
         Of your retreating back in morning light.