Turn the lights out,
Turn down the bed,
Then turn to me
And take me
Into your arms.
The night is ours
In a way that
Day is not.
In the darkness
There is just you
And just me,
And the paradise
We create
With our kisses
And caresses,
Our sighs
And our moans.
Afterward,
With our bodies still
Entwined,
We sleep,
Sated and knowing
Our love is returned,
Shared
With each precious moment
We were together.
What most wish for and many get. If only it would last longer. But humans don't seem to be equipped to be monogamous. They tend to look for something new, something different, in love over time.
It is only after a lifetime of being together that most couples realize the value of what you just wrote. I hope that you will find it, sometime, yourself. Like I have.
This poem captures intimacy in its most genuine form—quiet, unhurried, and deeply shared. The simplicity of the language mirrors the simplicity of the moment itself, where darkness becomes a sanctuary and love is expressed through presence rather than declaration. The closing image of resting together, sated and assured, gives the poem a soft, lingering glow. A beautifully rendered expression of closeness and connection.
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It is only after a lifetime of being together that most couples realize the value of what you just wrote. I hope that you will find it, sometime, yourself. Like I have.
Ron