Tonight in this garden
a million flowers loom
clouds of gypsophila bloom
at my window and beyond
with fragrant vines, they crawl
saturate, scented paper walls
these night lilies, only a dalliance
that blooms and fades
your hands soft upon my legs
we are drunk from dulcet wine
sung from the whisper of moon that dips
caress of your reddened lips
as we travel in a world
lilting softly slow