Can you feel me?
I am night and I touch
with but a wisp of a breeze
in delicate motions.

I tickle soft skin
with fingertips edge,
sheer as purple mist,
waft in circles upon your flesh.

Can you taste me?
I am sweetness and I drip
like wicked honey
to tantalize tongue.

I torture with a tease,
a spoonful, no more,
cause you to crave
just one more sip.

Can you hear me?
I am the waves and I beat
deep within your soul
raptured by torturous tempo.

I drown sounds of all others,
echo in harmony your dream,
sing lullabies of love
so we may dance to the tune.

Can you see me?
I am but the wind and I move
with the rhythm of the moon
and the sun to touch your hair.

I cool your flame,
heat what has hardened,
penetrate with gaze
of passion, returned.

Can you know me?
I am sensation and I swell
with the force of my heart,
bloom like a rose to the touch.

I sweeten what's been soured,
soothe like salve upon the wounds,
become the lyrics to your melody
where one cannot exist alone.