Lover

Night:
My Lover could not see that he is tired and his body lies
Only his eyes remain in my flame
Fireflies swirl amongst the falling petals, their brilliance dimmed by the artificial lights
His mind is dancing with them and I am powerless

My lover longs for the moon and for its lifeless ghost
He knows he can shine with borrowed strength
This does not bother me
His body is a temple in my eyes

He has no memory of me
I am not as good a lover as mortality, so he forgets
His body died young at his command, but mine younger
He is in a vessel bound for the gods
He shall not return
My lips dance with another night and await his return

My Lover stands on my shadow but perceives nothing
He looks at his own reflection and is pleased
He sees only the ink from my brush; I paint a pretty picture
He wants to believe he is dying

The years will past just like this:
The nights will climax without the touch of
My Lover