by Adrienne
Caught with you in this moment, I treasure
every breath, each movement I can measure
from sunset to sunrise, till dawn's half-spun fire
is spent, and all remaining is desire.
And so the dance moves on--
ah, would you sing your song
once more, then once again?
Love, the night doth seem so long--
so calm, the place where we've lain!
Lest the morn should tempt us from this bed,
spell of starlight, stay, and rest our heads
a little while yet, some magic hours more
(for soon shall noonday creep beneath my door.)
