Meet me at the bottom of the river,
where we can no longer speak,
existing beyond the horizon in a current of stars and sighs.

Let me wash you with stardust and rinse you with moonlight.
Let my skin say a prayer against yours.
Let me grant you one wish between my thighs.

Leave me at the edge of sunshine
where I can bath in shadows and midnight’s dew,
existing beyond twilight’s secrets and too many cloudless skies.