There’s a haunting holiness

Deep in

The depths of your eyes,

Hanging

From the edges

Of your hot

Summer sweet breath,

Wrapping me in

Its velvet vapour.

There’s something saintly

Dancing

With your every move,

Silently stealing

My senses away,

Invading

My very being,

With mystical

Vibrations.

© Stephen Nesbitt

Photograph © Adolfo Valente.  Used with permission.