Rippling

Silently, beneath the sheet of the night,

In this cold February moonshine,

Take me away;

Walk me behind the cloud curtains

Into our secret bower of love.

Let not even the moon’s footsteps intrude.

Drop by drop, let us burn;

Let me melt–

Into the palms of your hands;

Bitter cold into the feral flame.

My heart is filled with longing sighs–

Which escape, rippling into the air;

Desires enfolded in my many coloured scarves.

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