The veil over my eyes
fell over the curve
of your breasts.
The night whispered
our names.
The poet
sang on the dark alley.
The full moon floated
over the color of your eyes.
Your white hair
spread over the feathered pillow
shinned like silver.
in your lips, I found my heart
and hungrily kissed them.
The fire,
traced our souls
like a surreal picture.
The red wine,
accentuated our sexual
thirst.
The red rose,
bloomed in our hearts.
