O'noir Poem by empty shell

As we are trying, to map out our table
Our waiter arrives and decants the wine
Seat shuffling, in the absolute darkness
I hear you breathing with antic-i-pation

Small talk ensues, till we, find our bearings
almost a spill as we reach for our drinks
My hand searches yours, our fingers collide
You laugh, 'cause you're doing the same

Not knowing if my eyes, are open or not
I rise and wade into the dark
With a thundering heart, I seek out your lips
And as I kiss you I feel your smile

Food comes and goes, passion grows
I fall into a dream, called O'Noir

Yes,
it is true,
I cant,
see a thing...

But I see you like never before