When heaven's long been pricked with stars,
And long indulged my gaze,
I'll bid you take me by the hand
And set this night ablaze.
With hand on waist and
eye on eye
and fate, love, passion,
fear entwined,
each sway, each shivered stumble-
mine, soon pardoned by the spangled skies.
So bathed in moonlight, spirits rise
with fervent kisses, vows- and lies;
For the acrid, sober day unfolds,
and I shy from the pledge I cannot hold.
Author notes
Somewhat.. awful?
