Ta'i Ta'i Poem by Tom Billsborough

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.