The Black That Clothes You
If I could just get a whisper;
I’d cradle it to my ear;
This heartbeat quickened by inspiration;
As if your lips were there.
Haunted only by the words I do not say;
You seem impossible to get close to;
Sitting at the beach on a coast far away;
I dream of being the black that clothes you.
* * *
I am not troubled by what one ought;
The obligation of a heart beating back;
‘What brings her joy?’ Was my very first thought
As we caught sight rolling across the track.
Walking along I caught your ear;
Unguarded for what I was exposed to;
As you turned to me, I saw worlds disappear;
Already dreaming of being the black that clothes you.
* * *
Though I may never be close as my desire;
I accept what is given with due haste.
For my passion and lust is a burning fire;
Satisfied only by a tease, a touch and your taste…
Oh rivers of tears I have flowed in despair;
Walking away like I thought I was supposed to;
Only to be the rain pouring down your skin, lips and hair;
In my dreams of being the black that clothes you.
* * *
What harmonious song inspires your smiles?
How does one gift you with your greatest pleasure?
Where will I hope to find your paradise isles?
Can one earn home as your heart’s treasure?
Words can only do, what I wish from their grace;
Either harm, or by Love swear an oath to;
Until ever the day, I’m drawn unto your embrace;
I dream of being the black that clothes you.
* * *
I dream of being the black that clothes you…
I dream of being the black that clothes you…
I dream of being the black that clothes you. . .
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.