love poem

I open the door
the house seems to yawn
a perilous perfume
and from a lamp-light
I see the curves of her thighs
dressed in shadows
her lips move
a beguiling breath of promises

I remain in the dark
a tangle of hesitation
should I touch her or leave
my hands seem to shrivel on my jeans
my legs fail to carry me
then she looks up
and from the corners of her mouth
I see crescent moons

I place my hands on her shoulders
I hear her heart
beating like the sound of bamboo
in the wind
against the sky
then she whispers her lips along my fingers
and in the dark
I knew
love is more than bright words whispered
more than daydream smiles and bold passions
love is this moment
listening