I taste the tears that run down your rough cheek
The salty taste touches at sorrow in
The dark, silent room. These tears on your chin
I wish away. They are not what I seek.
Warmly wrapped in each other's arms, we lay,
Letting the coolness leave us with a sigh.
I feel the pressure from your skin where my
Wandering fingers caress you gentlay.
Your deep, firm breaths whirl in a hidden dance.
Taste, pressure, silent talk that goes unseen;
It forms bridges of spidersilk between
Us in the darkness. Our love we enhance.
  Our tears disappear into the night and our
  Shared warmth expels the cold room by the hour.