Your hair, shining in the purple rays of dusk,
Caught strand by strand in the mountain air
As I loosed your braid and the soft scent of musk
From the ribbon I unwound with reverent care.
Cool pebbles floored the shallow, chorale stream
Where I drew the white linen shift over your head
To twist it round the wrists I loved to kiss and dream
Were mine to bracelet while you draped across my bed.
A swirling breeze whispered and stirred along your thigh
The crimson ribbon, a coryphée dance of glissade, tour en l'air.
You, my prima, as I laced your ankles and tightly tied
The ribbon there, lifting you to your toes with gentle care.
Then rose the winds, well conducted by the willow boughs
Who scored our pas de deux. When you kissed my hand
And closed your eyes, I dipped you while the wind soughed,
Down into the crystal stream, the love we never planned.
I’ll hold you fast, your struggles brief and sweet to me.
Surrender to my will; compose a lovely, gasping elegy.