The moon is bright, I'm burning matches and I'm
Thinking of you, lying there, feathers tangled in your hair and
It's all that I can do to keep myself from wanting you.
The night is dark, the sky is whole and
I'm finding you lying there, stars entangled in your hair
In constellations, I've created, bitter, saddened, torn and jaded
Dreams of wings and ancient shrines.
You're on the altar, lying there, snakes entwined within your hair
Waiting for a votive prayer. Even gods could only stare
On flesh of marble, eyes of pearl.
Dropped like jewels, you're laying there, garnets knotted in your hair
In mazes, labyrinths, webs and nets, rippling on like old regrets
Through river passage and your mind
Only I can easily find
The idolatry of such a stone
Which could love me and me alone.