Between white walls

At night I will tell you what one feels
between these white walls
when the light swallows them in unhurried gulps.
I will tell you of the vacant flavour of these shadows
and will dance each one of those incorporeal
movements of silence with you.
I will tell you of many colours recapitulated
on fingertips, as one would depict
tactile dreams with a blind paintbrush.
Yes, at night I will let you hear
in unhurried gulps, what one feels
between these white walls
when the breasts and the thighs
swallow unutterable contours of desire.
And your hands, your mouth
will unhurriedly pour cadences and blushes
between these white walls
echoing all I will have told you -
when my mouth, my hands
awaken, in the dense, milky light
of morning, still feeling thirsty…

© 2006 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®