In the Darkness

In the Darkness

Your hair smells of jasmine, and something else I can’t put my finger on and though I don’t know what it is, my senses can’t seem to get enough of it.

I take care that my fingers are warm when I touch you, after all I’d feel guilty if I woke you from your peace.

In the dark, my fingers start to trace the lines of your face every curve, every bend as you lay quietly in the bed next to me, your face towards mine.

I start at the top of your brow and slowly move down to the bridge of your nose, high but petite in relation to your face and the tiny eyes that move around under their lids.

I turn my hand on its back and I slide it down the side of your nose onto your pillow like cheeks .They feel like their covered in silk and though that description seems unreal it’s as accurate as I can think of.

You move.

You must have felt my hand because you’re smiling. I know because I can feel the deep hollowness of sunken flesh as a dimple forms just below your upper cheek as I glide my hand over it.

“O” God you’re beautiful when you smile.

My fingers now make their way down to your cupids bow lips small as most of your features and rosy as I feel the hot air that escapes your lungs as your breath. I let my hand rest on the corner of your mouth for a while that’s when you smile again and my heart jumps at the thought of waking you so I move my hand to your jaw line beautifully curved, arched perfectly from one side to the other.

“I love you” I whisper softly to you, knowing by your deep and heavy inhalations that your consciousness has been carried away by your dreams.

My hand moves down to your cute chin circling once and then moves on down to your neck, soft as your lips and warm as your breath. I reach your collarbone & I realize strangely for the first time that you’re of a relatively small  size.

I don’t much mind it’s just that I never noticed before or maybe it just feels that way in the dark. 
My hand is now on your chest feeling it's motion as it rises and falls to your slow sleepy breathing and the steady rhythm of your heart beat.

I pause once again wondering what you’re thinking, what your dreaming and that you’re the most beautiful creature ever created.

 I know this in my heart and in my head it’s OK, even though I am blind you will always be beautiful in the darkness.

                                                                                                By: Leonie Adonis