Black Silk

his skin slick with sweat
from painting the stone red
in the hot Florida sun
I am stunned by
the beauty of him
black silk skin
drinking his beauty in
he regards me silently
saying nothing
yet taking everything in
his attention to detail
assures me he
misses nothing
composing what he sees
into orchestrated movements
his attention to rhythm
cadence & melody
truly moves me
magnetizing me
always in his direction
the perfection of his erection
is irrelevant to the depth
of his silent reverberating soul
offers nothing against
the resolve of my control
i stroll softly
along
the corridors of dreams
that weave themselves between
us