In the Near-Darkness

a poem about an evening with a girl i knew some time ago.

It was in the near-darkness,
  the only illumination being that from the television,
    that we kissed for the first time;
      and that kiss was many things---
      all of which were good.
Her lips were as moist as the morning dew...
  warm as the July sun...
    softer than anything I can imagine comparing them to...

And the feeling was perfect peace...
  I'm sure she felt it too.

It was a kiss that poets far greater than I
  have written about for ages---
Brought on by complete understanding
  and mutual attraction born or words
    better left unspoken---
      even if we knew what those words are.

It was blissful and pure...
  untouched by all iniquity.
It was a total calm among the storms that surrounded us.
It was a beautiful stroke on canvas,
  and throughout it's course
    our walls fell down,
      our cages were opened,
        and we were free.