Hidden from view, I reach out to touch your face.
In the darkness, my hands trace the outline of your eyes, eyebrows, nose, lips.
Your hand covers my hand, moves my hand away, then kisses my fingers, softly, gently reminding me how much you love me, care for me, want the very best for me.
Even in the darkness, where you cannot see, I blush; pink roses bloom on my cheeks, with the gentle warmth of spice; a dash of ginger I think, something warming,something that makes you sit up and notice when the full effects catch you unawares. That rush, that glow, that warms the blood, makes you tingle at its impact.
Eclipse. The secret time in which all that we take for granted is removed for those few minutes.
Eclipse. When we realise all we take for granted is beautiful, precious. In that brief passage without light we use again those senses that usually hover in the background, come into play, are heightened.
Eclipse. No sight, just sound. But that touch, that kiss, is still as sweet, still as gentle, loving, sensuous.
Darkness is just another part, when seeing is lost. But you can still feel your lover’s hand, smell their skin, hear the love in their voice,feel the warmth of their hand and taste the delight of their kiss.
That will never be lost.