The Painter

Dusk has come
Only touch to sense your
Hand to heart
To memorize the spaces
between your breaths
to fill

Night has fallen
With it we are one
Your lips whispering
in a tongue
I have not deciphered
Your eyes convey
all I need to know

Dreams have enveloped
Your soft skin
a warm blanket
Pull you closer
to steal into your thoughts
uncover intimacies
to sate