You are the naked princess upon the bed
Your serpentine spine challenging me to be a hero, a villain
I am the clock upon your nightstand
Counting time until your lover departs
You are the siren cricket
Your thighs calling out into the night
I am the night itself
With only ears; without a mouth
You are the stars at midnight
Guiding sailors to their dreams
I am an old, blind mariner
Adrift on a sea with no horizon
You are the woodland nymph
Seducing travelers, lost and weary
I am the watching, forest tree, a witch's curse
My protests, rustling leaves and creaking bark
You are hunger, heat and aching
You are imagination and fantasy and desire
I am the stranger waiting outside your door
My fingers, mute words becoming dust as I touch you in the dark
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