Touch -
Let your hands meander
over the curves and crevices
of my body.
Watch my skin flush
with the brushing
of your fingertips
over flesh golden
in the candle’s light.
Taste -
Autumn air
and your lips on mine.
I remember campfires,
starlit nights
and sweat.
Look -
Your eyes, half-lidded,
searching for mine, closed,
a state of delirium
as close to kef
as I would ever like to be.
A breath -
A sigh -
I open my eyes
and you blow the candle
Out.