Open. Smile. Divine.

It's the night before that gets me most excited.
That "school-girl" feeling,
Knowing that I will see you the next day.
The daytime is filled with so much to see,
But it's the night time that becomes our dream.

It's difficult to sleep with you around.
But, being safe is a better option to me.
I follow your palms on my skin,
Wrapping our legs in an unsolvable puzzle.
My jungle-like hair tickles your face.
As you move it away, you whisper your last words.
Words that every women believes.

Through the night we drift unknowingly apart.
When realisation occurs,
You find me,
And we start our dream all over again.

The first ray of morning,
I make sure to open my eyes before you do.
Your brown skin is as fresh as the day.
Using my fingertips, I stroke the hairs on your face.
Casually, you open your eyes.
I kiss your lips,
Whisper my first words.
You smile,
I blush,
Such a rush,
Let's do it again.

A Glimpse

It's the moments least expected.
The five seconds of absolute fantasy.
You never saw me,
But,
The immediate glance of you captured a photograph I will never forget.

I lost all knowledge of my surroundings.
My heart beat faster,
But my breath slowed down peacefully.
You moved with ease around a world that stopped in time.

It's been a while since I saw the masterpiece of you.
With artwork like yours I could open a gallery.
Painting, after painting, after painting.
No words.

The portrait of you gets smaller as the distance increases.
Until it's time for our minds to meet again,
I'll carry that glimpse,
While you carry my endless thoughts.