cloak

I wear the beautiful cape of red velvet, lined with silk in shades of nature that you gifted me. Securely it en-robes me, I walk through the streets with it on and people can see it only through my smiles. It has the lightness of a breeze. When I move it glides with me lightly touching my skin and my heart. Wrapped my in cloak I approached you but in that dark room it was merely gray and you could not see me. You said you could smell my scent as I got closer. As a cat waits for a mouse or a blossom waits for the morning sun you laid patiently. I relied on touch and scent to find you. I stood above you feeling your heart call to mine, faintly it whispered to me and I heard its calling. With one deft sweep of my arm I enclosed us both with my cloak, your gift. Soon we were enveloped together. I saw you with my finger tips, I felt you with my ears, I heard you with my nostrils. The absence of light shut my eyes and opened my mind to parts of you I had not felt before.