Between moonlight and
candlelight, the shadows play like living things, chasing their
tails in dancing circles. Dark swallows light, and light paints
dark, until they are not separate, but merge into one entity.
stands there, bright flesh and darkened eyes full of shadows and and
a smile full of secrets, challenging him to join the game. Can he
catch a shadow or ride a moonbeam as it flits over her skin? Watch
her eyes follow the laughing veils the candle throws over him. Is
that her hand reaching for him, or an errant ribbon of light that
lost its way in the wandering obscurities? He can feel which when
fingertips close the darkness between her shadow and his, leaving
warmth like a heartbeat upon his cheek.
Silken streamers of
silver beams become arms around his waist. Faces are eclipsed by
each other's closeness as lips meet and are lost in rivers of golden
hair and night's own fingers. Obscured by the paths of heated hands,
skin tingles with inner fire before light claims its dancefloor once
more over twining bodies and fresh memories. Safe in the spangled
veils of the moon and her shady embrace, secrets are lived, and
kept, tied in black satin shadows and pearled stars, captured in a
room full of dimness and candles, a gift from the night to the
shimmering laughter of lovers.
©Sonja Torres 2001