Remove thy ribbon
that I may
breath in the scent
of sweet night hair
pressed soft
against my cheek
as thou rests
upon my proffered shoulder
thy warmth of touch
infused
with heat of unspoken passion
leadeth me to
gently
caress from thee
all thoughts
but those of you and I
with whispers
soft
I speaketh my heart
as you now
sleep
bathed in moonlight
held aloft
upon the promise
that when you awake


I will be waiting.