Midnight Ink

 

 

midnight through venetian blinds

 

the city murmurs below 

 

your bed of satin dreams

 

a red candlelit shrine

 

our naked prelude 

 

my fingertips trace your spine 

 

 

slowly  ...

 

 

caressing each moment

 

a velvet whisper

 

you lean into me

 

and a sliver of light

 

catches my breath

 

prismatic 

 

radiant  

 

a cascade of midnight ink 

 

flowing through your eyes

 

ethereal

 

indelible

 

bliss ~

Reviews

[Zoe Jay]

Vivid from the outset. "Midnight through venetian blinds" sets the tone perfectly - atmospheric, romantic, urban, a juxtaposition of simple nature and simple utilitarianism. Soft, breathy sounds throughout capture the feel, plenty of sibilance and short syllables capture the soft, intimate, growing excitement, we feel you close, your breath starting to accelerate, softly, with excitement... the tension is built beautifully, but delicately in this poem, it has loads of feel. This is a poem about anticipation, and the reader feels it ;-)

[Poetic Beauty]

This is sensual and beautiful. There is love poured into this piece and the details are delicately written with care.

[Ruth]

Robin, love, there are many moments within this poem where I lose myself within its beauty! Sublime love, truly! xx

[My Fair Lady]

Enjoyed every passion filled moment of this. Robin you are simply amazing.

[Nimbus Thread]

A passionate cascade. Each line a sensuous seduction moving from the outside world into the eyes, the lovers soul as though they were undressing their armour letting the tangible fall away. Gorgeous ideas here.

[OT]

ah a very seductive piece - it almost whispers in it's flow - tender - nice!

[V.B.]

Seduction in poem form. You manage to start a wildfire using the barest bones for kindling--remarkable how well you can set the scene with so few words. Well done.

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

Delicate yet revealing. Purity at its best. Thanks so much for sharing.
Light,
Siddartha

[Alicante lullaby]

Wow that was hot...
i love your tender and gentle tone in this one...

[An owl on the moon]

Each line holds the softness of these sensual moments... tender movements of the breath of bliss... calling it seems... calling..

[A.A.Romanczuk]

Oh the elegance of the Night...She carries not the gaudiness of Day...Passion painting sighs across my brow makes me want to drown in those satin dreams...the catching of the light...is like the drinking of the soul...magical piece of abandon...