You walk like a willow into my life
Flower of the gods
Your black eyes are slits against the night
they seem so soft and sleepy
but they glitter with the secrets of
a thousand years.
Skin of silk
Long, graceful fingers
That touch my face as if it were
     a rose petal
You walk like a wild cat, soundless
Your breath is a whisper in my ear, and
your lips challenge the fires of the dragons
     with their passion.