The Kiss

I can barely make out my hand before me
The candle has burned out and the moon is obscured by black clouds
The curtains are open to invite the cool evening breeze,
But it chooses to remain outside
A bead of sweat forms on my brow, and I feel it ride the crest of my cheek to the
cotton cover of the pillow
And the butterflies dance in my stomach as if they have cause to celebrate
For they are as nervous as I
I relight the candles on the night table just in time for the opening of the door
And I stand frozen, still, only the butterflies still bustling within me
As you appear from behind the confines of the slatted divide
"Stop", I muster, it takes all of my strength to say
My breath has left me as I stand and stare at your naked curves
And a bead of sweat again escapes my forehead, traveling my cheek to my chest as I stand there in awe of this beauty
The yellow flicker of the burning wick illuminates your silhouette
And before me is the vision of a heavenly angel, silken and pure
Slowly you glide toward me, effortlessly, as if you float above the ground
And your palm finds my cheek and we become one
Cut through the darkness I can barely see the flickering glow of the candles in the sea of blue that is your eyes
I place my hand upon your face to feel what I cannot see, to caress your cheek as you have mine
And with my thumb I part your lips, and I feel your head move ever so slightly closer to mine
And as I bring my head toward yours, I continue to soak my gaze through those deepest of blues until the lids have left them covered
And with that motion, my lips touch yours, and my hand reaches for the back of your head, where my fingers can dance within the strands of your hair as the butterflies still do within my gut
I feel your palm, soft, cool, gentle, still upon my cheek, your thumb pressing the corner of my lips as they continue to press upon yours
And finally, the breeze finds its way in, violently shoving the curtains from it's path and blowing the flames from their wicks leaving us in total darkness
But with my eyes closed I stand in the pitch black, void of light, yet with the most beautiful, breathtaking view I have ever seen.
And the butterflies rejoice.