a poet turned her graceful neck
above the black flow of desire
catching light and sighs in the same breath
causing starlight to crumble
she sang a note (I thought she did)
was it, alas, my heart in tune?
with all known happiness to spend
it waltzed away into the night
the dress she wore was silk, i'm sure
a sleeveless wonder spun from dreams
a chance to taste a fleeting kiss
a need to not forget a pain
i halted in my forward pace
and stumbled into deep embrace
as castles caught the waning moon
and dancing queens remained in check
but when a gray dawn touched my skin
her perfume lingered well beyond
the exact perfection of the night
and suffered in the madness of my passing touch.
