Black;

The colour of my hair that you ran your fingers through

And clutched and pulled back and

Gasp;

As our legs twirled under sheets stained by first time pleasures

While we navigated through uncharted territory

Discovering hidden treasures;

Black;

When my eyes closed as your breath traced my curves and

Perhaps a screech from the wooden sides of the bed

Interrupting our moment of ecstatic silence;

Black;

Your eyes when I looked into them and

Saw my reflection in the mirror within, unlike any other

Portrait of myself I had ever seen before;

Raw, exposed, imperfect, in love;

Black;

The curvature of your body against mine

As we fitted like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle,

Meant to be that way, maybe not forever,

But, at least for now,

Black;

Dreamless slumber,

Palms of my hands that clip your shoulders to my head,

Time running as time does or a tad bit faster,

If only I could trap it in a jar for this once

And keep for a lifetime, this moment;

Black;

Insatiated hunger and unfulfilled dreams

And lost passion and misinformed hatred

And unrequited love;

Black;

The thunderstorm’s madness,

The serenity of the night;

The insides of my being and the ramblings of my mind;

The shade of my feet, and the road beneath it,

The immediate and the late, the lost and the forgotten,

The notoriety of fate;

Black.