Lovers

By EKPoet

The lovers of music,
The lovers of the writers of love songs
And the soft colors of those songs,

The lovers of poetry
In love with the soft conversations
In between lovers alone in their quiet moments
When words seem like white stars
In the darkness

The lovers of art
In love with the nudes in the paintings
Of quiet galleries, the brushstrokes of fingertips
On the smootheness of skin, the shapes of bodies
In their delicate embraces,

The lovers of love,
The arts of love,
The women and the men
In love with the shapes in their hands
And the flavors in their mouths,
Vanilla and chocolate flavors
Rolling off the tongue
In curliques

The lovers of servants,
The servants who go down on their hands and knees
And give up their entire souls for love,
Every inch of their bodies

The lovers of taskmasters,
The stern taskmasters in their cold rooms
Who bind up love tightly
In the darkness

Lovers, alone in the rooms beyond the darkened windows,
Gently coaxing themselves into the sublime,
The sublime moment of surrender,
When the moment becomes liquid joy
And the darkness becomes light

The love of light,
Of the white stars in the dark sky

The love of shapes,
Intense, sensual shapes
Quivering in their intensity

Hard lines and soft curves
Intertwined

Producing new shapes
Growing gently in the coccoons of stillness

The lovers of the stillness
The stillness