Sink beneath the heavy moonlight of her.
Watch the velvet clouds surround her from the foothills of awe.
Imagination will endanger you here.
A taut and sloping country lies on a firmament of linen.
Be wary, traveler, you do not know her borders.
This night will test and bend your every sense.
Her sides will tell your hands of distant colors.
Her tongue will show your ears a silken sky.
Her eyes will trick your skin to show your soul.
You will find forgetting in her fingers.
First she will take from you your doubts.
And then your breath.
And then your love.
And then the rest.
Goodnight.
