Thread: Silent Night [Warning: Mature Content]

No one saw us kissing
when the world slept
on a bed of night.

The jury of stars were blind, vision
lured by the jester clouds.
The judge in the sun was silent,
burning eye on the scar you gave me,
but tight-locked lipped.

I did not see you slip your wallet
to the policeman who whistled past,
or to the children whose chanting
crept on the wind to peek at us.

Who was there
when I parted your rivers?
Who wrote of your touch on mine,
or the sweat that hung on your breast
and filled an ocean’s depth between us
until our skin whimpered a welcome meld?

Though patience will break us
and see us tear our eternal bonds,
this night was made for two bodies
to seal themselves in ancient song.

Beautiful. You had me choked up. You have a lovely light touch with your choice of words. Very gentle.