The Slumber of Time

Down to the ground he has carefully laid my body. Like a baby he cradles me in his arms. His eyes stare into mine and deep into the gorge of my soul For I have shamelessly exposed myself to him, Allowed him to know how I truly feel. His hands trace my face like a blind man reading Braille- It is a silent encounter between he and the woman behind my smile. My heartbeat tells of the secrets of my yearning, and Like the drums of the Zulu Its echo ripples in slow shivers under my skin And he dances over me to its rhythm. I have tipped over his candle and It weeps the tear of satisfaction. Caught on the web of his arms, Swaddled in the blanket of his kisses. It is an eternal moment. The slumber of time. When all is still, And all that moves Are the silent tears leaving my eyes For I will always feel lonely in his arms.