Shards of light on the bedroom floor,
Patterns of diamonds glint on your naked back.
So smooth, my hand traces their sharp edges
across the contours of your skin.
You roll to your side slowly, languidly.
Diamonds of light move across your body
like the far-flung colours from a spinning disco ball.
They stop as you raise yourself on one elbow.
Painted in light, I see through your camouflage.
You open your eyes and regard me
with wonder and fast-fading disbelief.
Yes, I am here, I am finally here.
You want to touch me – am I real?
This girl caught up in diamonds of sunlight.
Patterns of diamonds glint on your naked back.
So smooth, my hand traces their sharp edges
across the contours of your skin.
You roll to your side slowly, languidly.
Diamonds of light move across your body
like the far-flung colours from a spinning disco ball.
They stop as you raise yourself on one elbow.
Painted in light, I see through your camouflage.
You open your eyes and regard me
with wonder and fast-fading disbelief.
Yes, I am here, I am finally here.
You want to touch me – am I real?
This girl caught up in diamonds of sunlight.
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