Our silken hair and perfumed flesh
Entwine in the
Dance of a thousand moons.
In this embrace,
Frozen in time,
Eternally more
Than we appear.
We shall be seen in satin,
My dear,
The relentless pursuit
Of the clouds
Shielding
The Beauty of Night.
All creatures call
For Release,
For the Lover
In All,
For Death.
What will be seen in satin,
My dear,
Obscurity or
Truth?
No matter,
For there is
No escape.
Forever, in twilight,
My dear.
Forever, in satin, my dear.