Evening light prisms,
Beaming through loft windows,
Midnight clear sky,
Stars twinkling around.

Shades of blue,
Love abounds.

Peacefully pocketing
Hands in concert black,
Turning to hear pearls
Drop on the dresser in back.

Standing before her,
Sitting on bed edge,
Pensive brown eyes,
Looking up,
As full lips barely hedge.

"Beautiful blue," I say.
"Yes." She whispers softly, looking away.

Sitting behind her,
Tracing patterns on full shoulders,
A pattern with a finger,
My lips touching her neck.

"Tickles, " she giggles.
"Mmm, It's my barbels."
I whisper, "Relax!"
I whisper in her ear.
"Relax!"
Relax!"

Pulling a pearl off her earlobe
With my lips,
The butterfly falling
Into my fingertips.

Feeling her arch,
As my hand gently settles,
Into the small of her back,
Warm breathes like soft pettles.

Soft pretty blues
As love abounds.
Soft gentle blue
Love's all around.

Calm sweet blues.
Knowing we'll sleep sound.
Soft pretty blues.
Yes,...
Love's all around.

(written December 2006, Posted November 6, 2007)