Brilliance of your face ,
the heavens in my palms ,
trembling I hold .

Dances of my tongue ,
staged on porcelain lining ,
the crescent of your back .

Your undraped frame ,
becoming the hourglass ,
balances the night and the day,
my gaze spellbound .

O Mistress of hearts ,
crimson love you set ablaze ,
while I be the match and you the flame.