I'm the night you prepare for <br />with a soothing bath <br />as a lover does <br />with lavender scents <br />brushed hair <br />and anticipations. <br /> <br />I am your ebony dark <br />under the covers- <br />you and I snow-angel spread- <br />Anticipation's blooming <br />as I stroke your gentle face <br />our breaths slowing rising <br />as I pillow soft <br />slide down <br />beside you. <br /> <br />Blinding day is banished <br />as I your true companion <br />linger deep inside you <br />where true intimacy resides. <br /> <br />Where I <br />vampire like <br />stroke your nape <br /> <br />drinking deeply <br />of your trembling <br />secret needs; <br />inhaling all tension and sorrow too some days. <br /> <br />I am your sensual, <br />sunless companion <br /> <br />the one who's there <br /> <br />to escort you to dreamy unconsciousness <br /> <br />which precedes the dream portal. <br /> <br />I am the last one after the day's exhaustings; <br /> <br />the first to kiss you <br />in your soul garden <br />where our intimacy roses bloom. <br /> <br />I'm the blanket against the cold <br />the only witness to your pleasure dome <br />the only witness sometimes as you plow your sorrow fields. <br /> <br />I'm there in your dark, soft reclinings, <br />always there then <br />it's just you and I <br />and my ebony <br />clinging together <br />in our nights <br />bride and groom <br />secretly wed.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-s-breath/
