Consummate Eclipse
Have you ever let yourself taste it?
Truly devour its consumption of you
as sensations heighten to a point
so acute that you never felt less blind?
You hid with me in plain sight
where our knowing hands
learned each other anew.
Not even the moonlight
was welcome this night
for it could not guide us
better than our senses;
hungry for something newly ancient.
Your inky fingers used the jet blackness
as body paint leaving not one single
blank canvas forsaken.
Our voices could not have said more
than the sounds of each welcome abrasion,
or the battery of silence accompanying each held breath,
so our mouths did everything but speak.
I hold that memory of you in perpetuum
for it confirmed my long held belief that
one should never be afraid of the dark.