So we lie supple in my sable lagoon,
As moonlight glimmers its silvery dew
Upon the waves of black satin and silk,
While candlelight ripples its shadowy runes
Across empires of my deepening room;
Down to the caverns in your ivory breast,
Where your Lovelight hides in Desire’s nest.
Why do you seek to obscure its glow
From the one who awoke that Loving at rest,
Who stormed your caverns your Lovelight to wrest,
To illume these realms of my silken lagoon,
Where the world is black without Lovelight’s bloom?
Yet a careless glance has illumed the truth,
Soft and smouldering in your eyes with the moon:
The Lovelight’s aglow and I’ve kindled my doom.