That moment

The plumes of smoke,
Billowed through,
Curling into our skin,
The wafts of hashish-drugged joy,
A merry haze.
I looked at you,
Over the gold rim,
Of the wine glass-
Saw your profile,
Sharp and strong,
The marble eyes-
Shielding the blaze,
Aglow, within.
I leaned closer,
To trace out the features-
As your eyes,
Gained focus on mine.
The tendrils of my curls,
Rested on your brows-
As I chased away the clouds,
That lurked in the hidden,
Depths of the eyes.
I lay,
Listening to your heart-beat-
The melting wax of the candles,
The indication of time.
That moment,
Needed no words.
We lay together,
As silence engulfed us-
And world around us,
Revolved, pivot-less.

Black pools

The eyes, 

Saw the reflection

In the mirror - 

The face - unknown. 

The body, 

Yet, all too familiar. 

The black pools,

Saw the ocean within -

The waves that crashed,

To the surface,

Yet fizzled out,

Before the froth. 

The tornado,

Of the thoughts- 

Imminent and inverse, 

Looking at the moments,

In the reverse. 

Living the moments,

Of the final call-

The silent cry,

For help. 

The silence,

That crashed,

As an afterglow - 

Deafening and a blow,

To all that she'd held close. 

The walls had been shattered,

Replaced by cemented guards-

The eyes, 

Now that stared back-

Wrinkled and fine-lined,

Spoke of another chapter.