These are the things..

The blackness of your hair Like the oily darkness that glistens in the night Shining and reflecting the light of the moon The brown of your eyes Hidden by lashes that whisper against your skin Like the wings of butterflies that tickle the air A brown that changes like the very soil of the earth The golden hue of your skin Which speaks to the kisses the sun Has placed delicately on every inch it could reach The roughness of your hands Which betray the hours of work and play As you created music and broke the earth The same hands which glide over my skin Claiming, grasping, touching, and caressing The slope of your back A valley that flows and shapes itself to reach your shoulders Shoulders that carry burdens of many kinds The softness of your lips Which shape words, kisses and smiles Smiles that tug at your eyes and fill your whole body with light and joy The beauty of your body and soul A body and soul which cry to be touched and loved A body and soul which dance with my heart only to win it as their own These are the things in which i lose myself in the silence