Dreaming of your bosom,
I slip into the soft night,
painted by a brush
with the gray moonlight.
Silk and satin, covering my gaze
like curtains that hide
the embers of desire—
you smile at my madness.
Each pulse begets the night,
and each kiss engraves upon
a stone tablet that lives
for a thousand years.
Your shadow flickers
like the snow that falls upon a petal,
the white purity in tune
with the midnight moon.
How I shudder before
the secrets you veil
as I drift into the sound
along the river to paradise.
Year:
2014
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