Abed with bruise-lipped roses, we felt a quilt
Of orchids: and desires dreamt with me.
Soft sheets to fall through, memories to melt
I play to dress your lips with fine rosewater,
Anoint thine eyes with starlights til the dawn,
Midsummer Night’s lotion, careless of no other
Your hungering potion, kiss of lover’s wine,
Craze-rending taste of rich earth’s luxury.
Forest’s boy, share this rose bed, tear wide
Let’s snare ourselves to grasping vines, before
The silence chills our breaths: while there remains
Shadow in their branches, while there’s air
For moonlight, and for us.
For Blair. Fairy forest prince. Jester and trickster. Moon-blessed creature.