Is he aware
how he occupies my thinking
how the sight of his silhouette
steals my eyes
the passion in his glance
sinks into my breast

Can I explain to him
how he moves me
how he makes me feel
how I marvel each time
I look at him in private moments
feeling so blessed
for having him in my life

He is a quiet man
of extra ordinary quality
his tenderness leaves me wordless
his erotic touch draws me deeply
into his intimacy
which I gladly fall
sharing with him all of myself

He is the movement in my hips
the intake of breath when he nears me
the most expensive words will fail
in describing what he means to me
if I could paint, the most delicate strokes would not suffice
in portraying him properly
the richest colors mixed
into stunning hues
would fail to express the impression he's made

He has imbedded himself in me
a permanent occupant
who's shining soul binds me
from her into beyond
and further still

For every sweetness I offer
he repays me
with touches luminous
he is the quiet of the moon
the glory of the sunrise
I bath in the reflection of his eyes

How will he know
how much I care
I will offer him 
a raised eyebrow with smiling lips
and in quiet times alone
my heart resting upon my tongue

Copyright: Renee Seymour, The Shades Between, 2024