Silken breath.

Sliding, singing, atop the rosy sinkng sand

A lover meets the sad sunrise glowing at east

He sighs for her beauty, her hair, her silky hands.

He speaks in misty moans of her beauty feast.

Her eyes faint a loving sight

Where is her heart taken in muted light?

His mouth a-quiver takes a swifted flight.

She barely sees his figure of manly might.

What songs the loving damsel sings so softly

What words create her pedestal shaking so lofty.

No man, no beast, no life of moving creeper creeps

She sighs at his hands, strong when she sleeps.

She laughs such like a giddy little girl

And cries quickly while he teases her hair of golden curl.

He calls for her Raven, a haven so quiet

Her time to race to kiss his face of might.

A slow, feeble step, once her dream of him

Walking a dark vineyard--taking their final breath.

Ah, the sunlight, a life spark so slim

They kiss their death--a silent silken breath.