Ta'i Ta'i

I touch your velvet skin Which lends bright colours to my being. Whatever hue or colour you possess. It does not matter. One touch alone begins An eloquence of feeling. I clothe myself in the harem of your smiles And eyes. Be they black or azure blue, Or brown or green to amber, as they open wide Echoing your gently parting lips. My heart slips Into oblivion Sucking such nectar of illusion. But if your eyes lacked warmth I'd blame myself, my feeble compliment Seeking such excess of reward. The smile it is but lent And does not set a precedent, or me afford A further rash presumption. You choose the gift, however meant.