Your hair becomes my world
and I am caught in the raven net,
your trembling prey.

Your skin becomes my world;
as I caress this living silk,
the scent of roses lingers
in my nostrils.

Your eyes become my world:
I drink them in like wine
and become intoxicated;
I breath them in like air
and they sustain me;
I watch them like twin stars
and they guide me on the long
night's journey.