Firelight

The shy winds

of a late autumn eve

breezes over the tingling

warmth of my feverish skin

when they throw open the windows

to let in the dark.

Your shy glances brush my shoulders

and leave a burning warmth

on my golden skin under

quietly trembling lights,

my eyes seek yours in semi-darkness;

two can play a game tonight...

My shy blushes hide

beneath discreetly painted eyes,

trust me, pretty words don't lie,

see me through the pretty lace,

and let me haunt your dreams tonight,

leisurely prowling to tear.

Your shy fingers tremble,

delicate and pale, shivering

slightly with my touch

'though the night is warm,

your breath, shallow when

I kiss your palm and

each of your fingertips,

my prince for the night.

The shy music fades

into non-existence,

and all you can see is the silk

on my sleeves unravelling

as I glide around the room,

selling temporary love

to buy temporary envy in your eyes.

When shy lights flicker to shadows,

whisper sweet nothings in my ears,

your voice low and resounding

in my beating heart until dawn

steals my starlight...

I'll miss you for a while, I swear.

Don't you dream of constellations...