Streaked by the hours of moonlight She sweats upon a rooftop cradle A slow showering of heated liberation As I swing along the fragile nesting of ivory branches Stretched under the magnificence of her stability
And let her mouth, that soft vessel Divide the gentle tide with a smile That casts upon the crest of evening water Two halves of a seashell
And let our embrace, soften the cool air That parades around us, shedding secrets from our hair And let me hold that hand that trembles When the evening undresses us With a yellow wink