No Longer Hidden

silky hands talk steady to permeable marble skin

quiet thoughts are exchanged in focused glances

between determined lovers

as passion rose in the dim candle light

it twirled with the aroma of sweet incense

the sound of the rain fall became our radio

the tapping of the headboard will be our Morse code

we spoke louder…

then the open fire crackled

and its light glistened against our bare sweaty bodies

no longer will we hide…

from each other or ourselves


Love always, Esha <3