Not near you I am worth nothing,
alone in the world,
where I will decidedly die,
with no hope of entering heaven.
Your fire is dancing,
I witness its silhouettes that captivate,
erotically and seductively,
an effigy in the suspense in the night.
If you were a color,
you would be the bluest sky,
and I in awe of your elegance.
Eternally yearning
your sweet desirous touch.
If you were an emotion
you would be love's vast midnight sky,
filled with a full moon,
and shimmering stars like diamonds.
Enthralled in the passion that is you. . .
Timothy Michael DiVito c2019
