Call this a Fairytale
the tower you erected
in my dreams
await your limbs.
Won’t you climb to feel me now,
and fill this emptiness?
We dance to nocturnal melodies
of rustling leaves,
a tree's swaying canopy—
Who dares divulge the moon’s dark secret,
that her mad brightness is but affections
lent by the god
Swept he is by unbearable malice
in undressing all princesses,
and here I am loving him longer
than all my patience can endure.