I extend my hand to you
My lord
As you unveil the lady's dress
Seamless and clear
As the lilacs of the night
Inhaling her scent
and embracing her beauty
With my hands still
I wait
My lord
For your touch
As you carry the lady's physique
In your arms
Melting in one
on the other side of the tent
And with my arms I try
to reach you
My lord
As you dive on her
the candles are blown
and the moonlight
illuminates
the shadows of your body
And the lady's
My lord
my arms I retrieve
and with my hands
I withhold
the tension of
not being a part of your evening
My lips are open
My lord
And I inhale
my own perfume
My lady
the burnt flower
of a quiet night
