Underneath the bowers,
my lassitude sent me straight
to a heavenly daydream.

Pines, vines, pines,
and vines were intertwined,
and you were mine.

For only in the darkest
palace amidst dusk,
& only in your encompassing
scent of dark musk,
& only in a land
where dim stars shine

Only in such a place,
could you
have been mine.