Stirred in Pleasures’ Tears

(A Quatern)  

Moonlight stirred in pleasures’ tears.  
How deep I found the night in you,  
The silver grace that spends like gold,  
And speaks in steam and curv’ed swell.  
 
In scents of rosemary and spark,  
Moonlight stirred in pleasures’ tears.  
Jasmine flowers and summer mint,  
Soft steeps in bodies’ wandering.  
 
Delight in arch as teases splay,  
In builds that spill from laughter’s catch.  
Moonlight stirred in pleasures’ tears,  
In shock of neck and opened lips.  
 
And find in sprawl of lacquered skin,  
In gleams of dawning peach and pearl,  
That bear the wait and lingered taste:  
Moonlight stirred in pleasures’ tears.